Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Lord Quietus

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

True and breathing death.
Every breath is the last.

But another...

How more will follow--

And another...

How more can be endured...

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

Yet breath...

Ignore your
You are not own,
You are the strength of life and
To in the end.

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

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

Yes, we welcome the day, the hour,
We plead for the
This, our confession.
long before we begin to suffer the loss,
Death holds dominion more than the dying.
Aching for the reachable 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 of hate and bitterness...

In death so close, beset with travail,
I am aware of my every and failure.

Now
Leave your behind.
May we all such strength.