Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Lord Quietus

No, we do not the day,
Though we quietly for the end inside.
Neither time nor daybreak will suppress nightmare.
This we to our graves.

True living and death.
Every breath is the last.

But another...

How many more will

And another...

How many can be endured...

Broken shy touches to passing flesh.
A twitch of life. A shudder.
Defy the to recoil.

Yet breath...

your pain
You are not own,
You are the of life and love
To in the end.

besieged by lament and relentless trial are pumping cold blood.
Glacial and ceaseless commands the stillness we have become.

to fear.
Bow to sorrow.
to death.
The cold lord by decree.

Yes, we welcome the day, the hour,
We plead for the
This, our confession.
Conquered long before we to suffer the loss,
Death dominion over more than the dying.
Aching for the reachable paradise.
the last...
Dear lord, not breath.

Cold Lord impacts the loss, bound resulting relection, deep and depreciating.

Was I mindful...
I suffered...
Am I of warmth...
affection...
of love...
A of hate and bitterness...

In this death so close, with travail,
I am aware of my fault and failure.

Now
your venom behind.
May we all such strength.