Luyện nghe bài hát Dead God In Me

To slit the grinning wounds from childhood's moons
The palette stained with the passions
(Aey)

Strike from omnipotence, they all all deemer
And haunt my severed county with dripping secret games

You the unripe lilies, deflored and peeled the bleeding petals
Made to me the grainy stains, the crimson lotus
Of the black ash inheritance, the semen feed of Gods and

The worms still in me, still a part of me, out from leaking rooms
Swoop from lungs
To block the transmission to put an end to the nomad

Father, you are the god in me
Father, you are the god in me
Aey