Luyện nghe bài hát Cataract

Death is callous, strange and
A pious, indignant, drooling
hands are soft, warm, inviting
Whose desperate advances seem fighting
Whose ragged tooth should rip through
Which marinates in breath
How quick one turns to a death
cowardice remains where courage left
No light to lead the way
Just rot to decay

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

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

One moment defines a
No one recalls the crawl or the
Or the trembling that take the first two steps
Or the moment the lungs decide to take

The comes to life
its cloak beat the blood red eyes
Whose haunting stare one paralyzed

This is the from which one never awakes
Laughing at the feeble whose whole shakes
Who pounce upon the weakness and the past
hands grip the heart and cause the heartbreak
So from the heart, cut to core
Leave only the sinew up on the shore
Sever the head of the beast the crown
back down
(Back down)
Never down

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