Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh

Take these hooks my flesh,
Cast across the ring of
By the in thine eyes.

Temple is reduced to ash.

This Corss this of hate,
never dies.
Burried deep a shroud of sleep,
never dies.

Lord mercy.

Thake these and wipe the slate.

not heresy!

Draw the line across circle of my fate.

Take these from my flesh,
The of a sentient being.
This temple is to ash,
by looking back and thee in chains.