Luyện nghe bài hát Father Forgive

Kindle low of souls,
So as to a torch upturned,
Shrouded in and bloodlike tears,
Of spirit, henceforth pay homage,
mirror image, the head of Christ,
The tongue, the beat of bone,
A crimson flow, a vision,
So pale and dreadful, our image,
Is this dead? Children of dust,
So and so forsaken,
In cloven tongue, this fealure,
lay lifeless fallen cherubs,
To years our thoughts stillborn,
The scattered graves our minds mourn,
These past, Heaven forbid,
We of the lower in mourning.