Luyện nghe bài hát Hand Of The Host

It is
That vice
Bleeds the
Of their

And now the
Chosen play
to
Lay

Hand of the
out
From his
Dangles scented

often spun
From minds
Perfect in
conception

To be
By my lustful
I am
"Do as wilt"

the halls
I am

I am

"Writhe and
Each flesh"

He lies
ancient man
Of bristle and
and unwashed
His soul
the room

Our reverie lays
on the floor
Cast him out into the
Out unholy laughter