Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn For The Wretched

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

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 death and hatred we shall survive
To the diseases to the knives
When daybreak no more comes we arise

We are the sickness, the of the deceased
Your secret shame our violent wrath shall be unleashed
We feast on blood and the of your kind
From the depths we have arisen to slither as the snake

Children of the seed
Reared on murder and
We are the of human woe
His be done

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

legion of the obscene
Unheard forever in

The liars in our being you forsake

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

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

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

Lurking of the obscene
forever in between

The liars in wait our you forsake

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

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