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 branches

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

been trying to quell my anger
And not feel about all the darkness you gave
But there's those that

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

Stealing from his of filth
I the wickedness to force reactions out of you
But it never as deeply as I want it to

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

Now just a system of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even turn around to notice reaction
Now just a system of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even feel the hateful of your faction
Now it's just a system of
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 even say your
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
When I see you, it feels so
I try to be cool, but such a drag
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

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