Luyện nghe bài hát Empyrean Abbatoir

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

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

I've been trying to quell my
And not feel bitter about all the you gave
But always those that

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

Stealing his aureation of filth
I repeat the wickedness to reactions out of you
But it never hurts as as I want it to

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

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

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

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