Luyện nghe bài hát Funeral Thirst

The brightest full moon entrances me it calls me forth
Yet I have not the to move in stasis, I rot away and dream
Dream of forgotten years dream of the of another's hand

I am to be a of starved worms
My are twisting for the light of my salvation
I rest beneath where I remain as cold as
Eternal is swelling in my joints

Somewhere within me a flame is slowly
Inside this of bloated flesh grows life anew
Infernal, the moon my mind
My jolt back to life, pushing the fluids of the damned

I seek to my fetid flesh in crimson spray
My writhes without consent of conscience
I lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not
I shall the earth once more

From the strings are pulled
I not what has made me this way
The animation of my corpse
I shall abandon my coffin of fate

All the words of the
All the tears of my family in
I shall again walk them
My with blood be repaid, repaid

Dead grasps for the still night air I am now free to maim
There cannot be a God for He would not forgive
Despicable inhuman monster; rotten, and deformed
I am now a tool of my unholy
Entrails strewn at my bidding a of all I was

I seek to bathe my fetid in crimson spray
My writhes without consent of conscience
I lift the lid the pounds of dirt not subdue
I shall walk the earth more

From beyond the are pulled
I know not has made this way
The animation of my corpse
I shall my coffin of premature fate

All the of the preacher
All the of my family in vain
I shall walk amongst them
My penance blood be repaid