Luyện nghe bài hát Every Hour Wounds

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

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

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

In world every hour kills
Every seeps despair
There is nothing but
If you so

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

Guided by empty
Charmed by words
No truth or answers could be
Nothing but numbered in me

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