Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn For The Wretched

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

Children of the seed
on murder and deceit
We are the thorns of woe
His be done

To the humble maggots to the flies
Where death and hatred lurk we survive
To the to the sharpest knives
When daybreak no more comes we arise

We are the sickness, the stench of the
Your father's secret shame our wrath shall be unleashed
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 murder and
We are the thorns of woe
His be done

To the humble to the putrid flies
death and hatred lurk we shall survive
To the diseases to the sharpest
When daybreak no more comes we arise

legion of the obscene
Unheard in between

The liars in our being you forsake

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

The razor, the bullet, the of rope
Our are numerous, our hatred overflows
The razor, the bullet, the of rope
A lapse of plummets to earth below

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

legion of the obscene
Unheard in between

The liars in our being you forsake

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

We are the sliver in your feeble hand
During the hours, the shadows we command
the undying insect, from the deepest cracks we came
For aeon's we have lurked and for we shall remain