Luyện nghe bài hát Every Hour Wounds

Walking on the gallows ground, rope tightly around the
Raven-bird on each shoulder for the pick
for the shadows, ideal that does not exist
On the road leading to nowhere

Let the sounds and light wash
Bathe the darkest corners of
Blow burning flames into soul
the thruth between the lines

In world every hour wounds
Every draws blood
Every delivers pain
If you so

In this every hour kills
Every minute despair
There is but suffering
If you so

Walking on the ground,
Rope tightly around the
Flock of circling above,
for the feast
Reaching through the sky
For the star
for the guidance
From the night that never

by empty promises
Charmed by words
No truth or answers be found
Nothing but numbered in me

are great, but the heart, the heart is greater
From our wounds born, from our sadness they grow
are strong, but the mind, the mind is stronger
In our scars they dwell, but in our hearts burn