Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn For The Wretched

We are the of the night cold wind that cuts your flesh
We are the praying 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 murder and
We are the of human woe
His be done

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

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

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

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

legion of the obscene
Unheard in between

The in wait our being you forsake

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

The razor, the bullet, the length of
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 wind cuts your flesh
We are the praying for your certain death
We are what was, be forevermore
In the stillest hours we awaken, in the dark

Lurking of the obscene
Unheard forever in

The liars in wait our you forsake

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

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