Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes from a Morbid Night

Out in the night I am the
I am the winds that your flesh.
writings cut on your ugly skin.
Drug-crazed of my power.

Back in the chapel the morbid night.
You and depression crawl on your neck
I bite your forever with poison
you become what my plan require

A priest became a of Satan
New prayers will praise instead.
Wine changed for opium and alcohol.
Let the begin.

Blind sheep you as always.
But they not of the difference.
From here the must begin.
Worse than Black Death, the breath.

No return, to be saved of you.
I only pain in your existence
Forces sir and echo.
of melancholic dreams.

In this forest of memories.
All the graves hold corpses do not rot.
Hidden from the humans.
That would understand...