Luyện nghe bài hát Empyrean Abbatoir

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

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

I've been trying to my anger
And not bitter about all the darkness you gave
But there's always that

as [?], you tried to kill 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 reactions out of you
But it never hurts as deeply as I it to

I think mix my medicine and explore it 'til I'm dull
You made my sky a and my moon a funeral
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 turn around to notice reaction
Now it's a system of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even feel the hateful vibing of 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 were beloved by my people
Now it's bad luck to even say your
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
When I see you, it 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 other piss
I bet you think you see me backwards,
You ain't even seen the Blikk Fang,
It's not acrimonious, now only systems of subtraction, oh yeah!
I won't even turn around to look at your
Now it's just a system of
Whatever happened to your
Now no one who you are
You used to share my broken
Now you sing alone
Now, oh oh oh oh