Luyện nghe bài hát Carnal

I tasted the fever of existence
Seems cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside, I stay
my quicksilver blood

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

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

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

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

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