Luyện nghe bài hát Empyrean Abbatoir

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

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

I've been to quell my anger
And not feel bitter about all the 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 hurts as as I want it to

I think I'll mix my 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 it's 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 feel the hateful vibing of your faction
Now it's just a of subtraction
happened 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 bad luck to even say your name
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
When I see you, it feels so
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 think you see me backwards,
You ain't even seen the Fang, babe
not acrimonious, now it's only systems of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even turn around to at your reaction
Now just a system of subtraction
happened to your style?
Now no one who you are
You used to share my throne
Now you sing flat
Now, oh oh oh oh