Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Lord Quietus

No, we do not the day,
Though we plead for the end inside.
time nor daybreak will suppress this nightmare.
This we to our graves.

True and breathing death.
breath is surely the last.

But another...

How many will follow--

And another...

How many can be endured...

Broken whispers; shy to passing flesh.
A of life. A cold shudder.
the instinct to recoil.

Yet breath...

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

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

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

Yes, we the day, precisely the hour,
We plead for the
This, our confession.
Conquered before we begin to suffer the loss,
Death holds over more than the dying.
Aching for the next paradise.
the last...
Dear lord, not breath.

Cold Lord impacts the loss, with 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, beset travail,
I am of my every fault and failure.

Now
Leave your behind.
May we all such strength.