Luyện nghe bài hát Empyrean Abbatoir

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

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

I've been trying to quell my
And not feel bitter all the darkness 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, your father's pain

Stealing from his of filth
I repeat the wickedness to force out of you
But it hurts as deeply 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 just a of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even turn to notice your reaction
Now just a system of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even feel the vibing of your faction
Now it's just a system of
Whatever happened to your
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 to even say your name
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
I see you, it feels so awkward
I try to be cool, but such a drag
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

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