Luyện nghe bài hát Hedon

How hungry become
Like naked in shame
Fed the hooves of apocalypse
That down
Disordered behind

word to a word, I was led to a word
That spanned over in rage
Crimson masses, steeped in

Holding our to the thirsty sun
So, is the still open?
Then enter, hornet from our hive-dark
To down the end from within

We not the horns that emanate
From our warty, bodies

Nihilist, Hedon, the priceless art of lives
Sorrow is a laid atop their heads
Skin deep, we our immeasurable sorrow
In the fold of shivering arms

Hedon, children wild
And filled with

Jupiter in our eyes
A pandemonium of and gold
as a part of your face

And the sickness to your skin
(Stone)
As the wine-rush,
From androgynous
To free the lid of pain

Hedon, rinsed in post-human
A scorned by the teeth of time
faced keeper of secrets

Loaded with fire
The whore that carried the
To the mating point on the graves of

We at you, afraid
To see what we are