Luyện nghe bài hát Hedon

How we've become
animals naked in shame
Fed with the of apocalypse
That galloped
Disordered worlds

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

our tongues to the thirsty sun
So, is the future still
enter, hornet from our hive-dark hearts
To draw down the end from

We not the horns that emanate
From our warty, bodies

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

Hedon, your children
And filled with

in our unforgiving eyes
A pandemonium of bodies and
Eager as a part of your

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

Hedon, in post-human shadows
A monument scorned by the teeth of
Stale faced keeper of

with implosive fire
The whore carried the apostle
To the mating point on the of giants

We look at you,
To see we really are