Luyện nghe bài hát Behold the Grave

Behold the
as the nighttime
With crimes subdued by the above

No can save
God's deaf to plight
When debts are nigh
pleas are shunned

Behold them
tortured grey folk
No we spoke
Could wake now
From this
Beneath their
Last gasp of their
Choked by the

We glory in our morbid
For should always contend
With selfish groans petty ghosts
Or the lusts of mortal men

We in our morbid post
For should men be burdened when
The is stoked for hellish hosts
T'would be they're forgotten

Behold her
Her beauty
A grimace
Her brow

horrors chase her
In this
hesitating
The is now
To her out