Luyện nghe bài hát Fed to the Flames

From trench of sparks
The inextinguishable
The fire
From the pulse of my
The dreaded
My heart is

A state of mind
Bursting eyes at the
While charred bones
Like a burning
My callous
For death

Fed to the
See me with hell
Fed to the

Sifting my gore
Is your chore
In the cauldron
my knuckles crackle
I'm from the shackles
Of the toils of

My is a furnace
I'm preserved by
I this distorted realm
Towards the
Of the of black
To my empire

Fed to the flames,
See me with hell
Fed to the

upon heat
For hell to merge me
From the burning oak
To the grit of my gnawing

upon heat
For hell to with me
The burning oak
Is the key to my