Luyện nghe bài hát Darken The Murals

(There were revealed by Men who occupied
the sixth chamber, and the forms of
books and arranged in libraries)

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

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

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

Of ire and delirious at church
There is no to go there without faithful torch
The of hers do encumber to see
There is one way to contumacy

the face!
The face of
Come closer to the grace like
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
Thou debar her insolent folks
And as ye look through those on her walls
There are flit ye about!

What were ye for?
What were ye at?
this ae had been found by you
Had ye expected like that?

Indubitable ae's coomb alike
Darken the murals - do not see the
palatial family vaults
Lay the graves... Let their prisoners rise!

eyne's dry...
More so than
Dauber of murals that shalt never
Solemn hues which wilt ever see
Thy art is the way to
Hath anyone confined thy legacy?

Do not crepitate!
Soporific anthem is so slowly...
protected by them
By the superstitions do rule
Can ye
I deem ye should 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 should it a try!

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

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

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

...to be continued...