Luyện nghe bài hát Every Hour Wounds

Walking on the gallows ground, rope tightly around the
on each shoulder waiting for the pick
Chasing for the shadows, ideal that does not
On the road leading to nowhere

Let the sounds and light wash
the darkest corners of melancholy
Blow burning flames into your
Reveal the thruth the lines

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

In this world hour kills
Every minute despair
There is nothing but
If you so

on the gallows ground,
Rope tightly the neck
Flock of vultures above,
for the feast
Reaching through the sky
For the star
Seeking for the
From the night never dawns

Guided by empty
Charmed by words
No truth or answers could be
but years numbered in me

Gods are great, but the heart, the heart is
our wounds they're born, from our sadness they grow
Gods are strong, but the mind, the mind is
In our scars they dwell, but in our they burn