Luyện nghe bài hát Brainchild

Persecution of
cold
a man in a dying room
with a demon
the souls of indiscretions
your rage
he is
the key
set free
in his hell
fear of
so you forged
the hammers of gods
underhand reeks of vengenance

alone in his
I can hear him
but i

Brainchild of
suffering his intellect
mental
treasonous
and his demons
never to be thought of

the time
I taste it bitter and
as watered betrayl across my mind

sifts
across my mind
doors in the
lead to in the mind
brainchild wades
through the

for his

black shape of the
force
face of
of stone