Luyện nghe bài hát Cursing The Coward

Whispering secrets of contempt, hiding from the bleeding winds.
Whispering secrets of great contempt, in a time ignorance reigns.
They call, mock, the bastards prey, the bastards pray.

They murdered the one love.

The one to save to lead the way, so take my hand and walk me.
She traces the scars her fingertips, blowing dead flowers miles wide.

As the sun and they rejoice, laughing as they fucking burn.
Cursing the coward that we call god, our outstretched hands.

They murdered the one true love. We are killed in this dream.