Luyện nghe bài hát Blackwater Park

Of the in man
Lurking in the of us all
The last dying call for the lost
Brief encounters, bleeding

Lepers coiled the trees
Dying men in soliloquy's
Perversions bloom round the
Seekers, lost in their
Ghosts of frolic
Under the waning

It is the of death
Wielding his
Stealth reaper
Touching us ease

the roots in an instant
Burning crop of
I am a spectator
An advocate documenting the

Fluttering conceit
This doesn't me yet
Still far the knell
Taunting bereavement

Mob the dead
fingers at the details
Probing for more
Caught in unbridled

We all lost it now
Catching the flakes of
the travesty of man
Regular pulse pandemonium

You're to the mass
with thirst for the wicked
Sick liaisons raised this monumental
The sun sets forever over Black Water