Luyện nghe bài hát Cataract

Death is callous, strange and
A pious, indignant, glutton
Whose hands are soft, warm,
desperate advances seem useless fighting
Whose ragged tooth should rip flesh
Which marinates in breath
How quick one turns to a death
When cowardice remains courage left
No guiding to lead the way
rot declining to decay

The would-be hangman its head
To its victim not quite dead
But now from beneath the gallows
A driving force through the shadows

Strike from the heart, cut to the
no remorse it's politic
With crippling blows to the body and
Drip by drip until it's bled out

One moment a lifetime
No one recalls the or the climb
Or the trembling legs that the first two steps
Or the moment the lungs to take breath

The darkness comes to
its cloak beat the blood red eyes
Whose haunting leaves one paralyzed

This is the from which one never awakes
Laughing at the feeble whole body shakes
Who upon the weakness and the past mistakes
Whose hands grip the and cause the heartbreak
So strike from the heart, cut to
Leave only the sinew washed up on the
Sever the of the beast with the crown
Never down
(Back down)
back down

And as the light breaks the darkest night
It the victor dressed in white
Rising now from beneath the
A driving force cuts the shadows