Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Whispers

I will be there you mock thyself
In the nighttime, the shadows dance
I be there when you burn thyself
She betrayed you, tears your soul

Out of the
locketh me in
I have been
feed your fear

Whose is this voice, and why strayness,
This bitter I can't control?

She'll ye down
throw ye out
I'll be all hate that in ye
And all the banished

I shall promise you vast
She will be crawling back on hands and
I shall cease your grief and moan
I shall stick the through every whore

We have no choice, She shall be
All th' she stroke in thee
Tenfolded back in her
Tenfolded every whore burn

In dreadful we shall unite
As one we shall not cease the
I set ye on th' throne of night,
Bring forth that you desire

"I my teeth, I grind my teeth
I and pull ye deep beneath
Oh, let the come to me...!"

...And I set, yer desires free
For is our hate
So let be rage!

...And I shall show ye th' sterling
Of thousand
Let be revenge!

I be there when you mock thyself...

My sight, has it frailed,
has prevailed?
Is someone still here me?
in me?

These hands are they
Is this or a grin?
is this hate in me?
My love, where is

Scortum! Scortum!
whores!
Blade or a loin they are for more!