Luyện nghe bài hát Every Hour Wounds

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

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

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

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

Walking on the ground,
Rope tightly around the
Flock of vultures above,
for the feast
Reaching the blackest sky
For the brightest
Seeking for the
the night that never dawns

Guided by empty
Charmed by hollow
No or answers could be found
but years numbered in me

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