Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Gardens That Bathe In Blood

Between The Gardens That Bathe In

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