Luyện nghe bài hát Black Flowers

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

But with each
We much more
But it us closer to the end

burned photos
They show the
deadly sins hold their purpose
Just lives to
of a virus
Running through the races

in glass
Each breath you
It us closer to the end

with the hands
That disaster
The scales now have
Underneath the
makes you gorgeous
You the death of thousands

Die extreme of
Execution through skinless
Prosthetic

Enlist human
Dressed up roses
the stars

Seven deadly
Lust to breed
of a virus
Lust to breed