Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn For The Wretched

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

Children of the blackest
Reared on murder and
We are the thorns of woe
His will be

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

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

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

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

Lurking 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

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

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

Lurking legion of the
Unheard in between

The liars in our being you forsake

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

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