Luyện nghe bài hát Empyrean Abbatoir

Winter isn't here, just a flinching centigrade
Though the grass is olive jaundiced and the poplar flayed
Oh-oh, the poplar flayed

Before your silence, you came rapping at my door
With your body as a sacrament, mind a killing floor
Oh-oh, mind a killing floor

I've been to quell my anger
And not feel bitter about all the darkness you
But there's those that

as [?], you tried to kill what you couldn't reign
And now back in Knoxville masturbating your father's pain
Oh-oh, masturbating your father's

Stealing from his aureation of
I repeat the wickedness to force out of you
But it never hurts as deeply as I it to

I think I'll mix my medicine and it 'til I'm dull
You made my sky a graveyard and my moon a
Oh-ooh-oh, my a funeral
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh,
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh,

Now it's a system of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even turn around to notice your
Now just a system of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't feel the hateful vibing of your faction
Now just a system of subtraction
Whatever to your style?
Now no one who you are
Now, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh

You once beloved by my people
Now it's bad luck to even say your
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
I see you, it feels so awkward
I try to be cool, but it's a drag
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

I waited for you on our feral streets, smelling other piss
I bet you think you see me backwards,
You ain't even the Blikk Fang, babe
It's not acrimonious, now only systems of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even turn to look at your reaction
Now it's just a system of
Whatever happened to style?
Now no one who you are
You used to my broken throne
Now you sing alone
Now, oh oh oh oh