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.

living and breathing death.
Every is surely the last.

But another...

How more will follow--

And another...

How many can be endured...

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

Yet breath...

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

Hearts besieged by lament and relentless trial are pumping 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.
Conquered long before we to suffer the loss,
holds dominion over more than the dying.
Aching for the reachable paradise.
the last...
Dear lord, not breath.

Cold Lord 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, beset travail,
I am aware of my fault and failure.

Now
your venom behind.
May we all such strength.