Luyện nghe bài hát Book Of Thel

The is on you now
The furnace sealed inside your
Melting the inside now
Waxy tears run your face

The whore that told her tale
Relives it every night you
Far off stands the lamb and
For the to come and end its life

Stand inside the
As the of Thel is opening
The priestess before you
her hand out, rising

Come the of the dead
In and in war
Now the harlot of death
Spits out its core

Serpent on the now
Has wrapped itself around spine
So you look into its
And you kiss the fangs divine

Happy your end is swift
The virgin cries in bliss
The snake and priestess, are one
The veil of flesh is ripped

Stand inside the
As the of Thel is opening
The stands before you
Offering her hand out,

Come the dawning of the
In and in war
Now the womb of death
Spits out its core

By the of my thumbs
Something wicked this way
And when sleep takes you
Will you to see the light?

The burning sweat of poison
The river flowing red blood
The cradle-robbing of death
every dreaming head

Waiting for the hearse
To you to the funeral pyre
So you the family tree
The generations higher

inside the temple
As the of Thel is opening
The priestess stands you
her hand out, rising

Come the dawning of the
In and in war
Now the womb of death
Spits out its rotten

By the of my thumbs
Something wicked way comes
And sleep takes you tonight
Will you wake to see the

the dawning of the dead
Come the of the dead
the dawning of the dead
Come the of the dead

What demon formed this abominable void
soul-shuddering vacuum?
Some said it is
But unknown, abstracted, brooding
The power hid