Luyện nghe bài hát Black Flowers

Handed flowers
with dead moss
They the pungent stench of disease
by the sun
Decayed to
Animated of despair

But each chapter
We learn more
But it us closer to the end

burned photos
They the past
Seven deadly hold their purpose
Just to breed
of a virus
Running rampant the races

in glass
Each breath you
It us closer to the end

with the hands
That holds
The now have turned
the facade
That you gorgeous
You host the death of

Die lines of
Execution skinless torture
Prosthetic

love human
Dressed up with
Obey the

Seven deadly
Lust to breed
Summary of a
Lust lives to