Luyện nghe bài hát Darken The Murals

(There they were revealed by Men who
the chamber, and took the forms of
and were arranged in libraries)

Alas for woe! for woe! -
It is time to see the foe
To know the law does claim soul
Alike the mute and doll
Thus you for its very own.

However the grew longer and longer
As evening - don't go beyond the last house
Your village remindeth me an in billow
Of pestilent breeds been running 'gainst us

Ye die
to be sure!
But whilst ye are drowning - ye need no
Don't
supplicate
Ye shalt rot to the core it's too late!
Ye regard this solace as cavalcade...

Of ire and barking at church
There is no need to go without faithful torch
The murals of hers do to see
There is one way to contumacy

the face!
The face of
Come closer to the grace that
it so close...
As ye can...
Imbrue her
The harridan's corpse was 'bout by the...
Great asp alike
That's funeral... Hih!

Lo, Thou procured her fragrant
didst debar her insolent folks
And as ye through those mirrors on her walls
There are flit ye about!

were ye looking for?
What were ye at?
When ae had been found by you
Had ye thing like that?

Indubitable ae's coomb alike
the murals - do not see the light
Under palatial vaults
Lay open the graves... Let prisoners rise!

Their dry...
so than thine
Dauber of murals shalt never shine
Solemn hues which nane wilt see
Thy art is the way to
Hath anyone confined thy legacy?

Do not crepitate!
Soporific is swimming so slowly...
protected by them
By the do rule everywhere
Can ye
I ye should give it a try!

Sylvan
the light
Shall ye fly the dawn o' total night?
Sleepwards red and sky
Why have ye never read my
But anyhow... ye give it a try!

Abysm thy fall
Abysmal mirrors on her
Thou shalt acquire their mercy
If thou believe them - adown and break thy neck

For the of evil
For the of... I don't care
Why do ye always try to "famine of yours" so ye acquire your pain

Mortals! Why was quest so discourteous then?
If ye have seen whether gift would be sent down...
E'en my sight was aghast when that shining
Was being pierced the chest of the mass... knife alike
If ye e'er want to see - do not look for eyes. -
And then - in days of yore - ye may creep to and
Care of mine wilt be by ME: say FAREWELL

...to be continued...