Luyện nghe bài hát Carnal

I tasted the fever of existence
like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside, I away
Transmuting my quicksilver

KIA, I may see
ZOS, that I may
Insipid are the describing
The needs no vulgar praise

worship has no supplications
My rite is to and do
Things naked, pure of honest
The vortex feeds on it all

Sleep is the best of possible
The winged are blessed to see
Downtrodden deception of torment
Trans pierced hymens my adores

Many images yet one raw
Animal steps I to tread
An ideal point where is space
Memory giant sores, this journey must

Lady of and her monsters
Lay down the scythes for I come
Joyful and priapic my soul
A new born one, ten million old