Luyện nghe bài hát Certain Death

Loss of
Contusion
Sight and of Breath
Heartbeat pounding, is slowing
Light has turned to
Agony
Have you your Will to Live?
Destiny
It's in Hands to give
Staring at the Crypts of
Certain Mortal
There is no will to
Existence has its End
There is no
End of expectancy
Stripped of Vitality
Death
Pressure building your Head
pushing to the Red
Limbs are Numb, Control is
Bag of is about to Bust
for the Strength to Grasp
Your Life Span is Flashing
Now your has come to Pass
Thickening will now Delay
has quickened, but too Late
Melting Braincells Die
Cranium dripping, oozing
lasting Intensity
Perpetuating
Agony
Certain
in Gore by Butchery
Constant flowing
Life
You it slip
Death awaits you at the
is no Perplexity
End of Expectancy
Stripped of Life's
Certain