Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Lord Quietus

No, we do not the day,
we quietly plead for the end inside.
Neither nor daybreak will suppress this nightmare.
we take to our graves.

True living and death.
Every is surely the last.

But another...

How many more follow--

And another...

How many can be endured...

Broken whispers; shy touches to 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.

besieged by lament and relentless trial are pumping cold blood.
Glacial and desolation 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 for the grave;
This, our confession.
Conquered before we begin to suffer the loss,
Death dominion over more than the dying.
Aching for the next paradise.
the last...
Dear lord, not breath.

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

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

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

Now
Leave venom behind.
May we all have strength.