Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn For The Wretched

We are the blackness of the night cold that cuts your flesh
We are the praying for your certain death
We are what was, will be
In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the

of the blackest seed
Reared on and deceit
We are the thorns of woe
His will be

To the humble maggots to the putrid
Where death and lurk we shall survive
To the to the sharpest knives
When daybreak no more comes we shall

We are the sickness, the stench of the
Your father's secret shame our violent wrath shall be
We feast on blood and the weakness of your
From the haunted depths we have arisen to as the snake

of the blackest seed
Reared on and deceit
We are the of human woe
His be done

To the humble maggots to the putrid
Where and hatred lurk we shall survive
To the diseases to the knives
When daybreak no more comes we shall

Lurking of the obscene
Unheard forever in

The liars in wait our being you

upon the winds, profane
Unheard, the wretched and the
Unbound, forgotten,
The abhorred

The razor, the bullet, the length of
Our tools are numerous, our overflows
The razor, the bullet, the length of
A lapse of sanity plummets to earth

We are the of the night cold wind that cuts your flesh
We are the enemy praying for certain death
We are what was, will be
In the stillest we awaken, enshrouded in the dark

legion of the obscene
Unheard forever in

The liars in our being you forsake

Whispers upon the winds,
Unheard, the and the insane
Unbound, forgotten,
The ugliness

We are the sliver in God's feeble hand
the silent hours, the shadows we command
We're the undying insect, from the cracks we came
For aeon's we have lurked and for aeon's we remain