Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Gardens That Bathe In Blood

Between The That Bathe In Blood

Glass taints the surface gods cry and souls decay. Shadows hang
themselves to escape this place made. Don't worry my children,
this is hell. Our souls are with damnation. Blood soaked gardens
bound for death, to or be killed. They will smile in their
disparity in battle. In the fields of a corpse stands alone.
Childrens' mothers for their safety and return, knowing that they are dead.
Glass taints the surface where gods cry and decay. Shadows hang
to escape this place they've made. Don't worry my children.