Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Every Dead Thing

Feeling Your Cold
Grip My
Still I Won't Back
Not Over
Choking On Each
Drawn Terror
No Shred Of Left
No

This Death I Rage
I The Grave
I They Find Me With
My Middle Finger Raised

From Your Face
Bloody
Knowing We're The
Me Under

This Is The Way Of All

Fleeing Sure Fate
On I
Driven By Pain
Ceaseless
Death In Each Cell
Rival
Blind Compel
To

This Death I Rage
I Deny The
I They Find Me With
My Middle Fucking Raised

Fleeing From Face
Bloody
Knowing We're The
Me Under

This Is The Way Of All

Enciphered In Flesh
This Sentence Your Certain Death