Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn For The Wretched

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

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

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

We are the sickness, the of the deceased
Your father's shame our violent wrath shall be unleashed
We feast on blood and the weakness of kind
the haunted depths we have arisen to slither as the snake

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

To the maggots to the putrid flies
Where death and hatred we shall survive
To the diseases to the sharpest
When no more comes we shall arise

Lurking legion of the
forever in between

The in wait our being you forsake

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

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

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

Lurking of the obscene
forever in between

The liars in wait our being you

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

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