Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Every Dead Thing

Feeling Your Hand
Grip My
Still I Won't Look
It's Not
Choking On Each
Drawn Terror
No Shred Of Hope
No

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

From Your Face
Bloody
Knowing The Same
Me Under

This Is The Way Of All

Fleeing From Sure
On I
Driven By This
Ceaseless
Waits In Each Cell
Closest
Blind Forces
To

Against This Death I
I The Grave
I Hope They Find Me
My Middle Finger Raised

Fleeing From Your
Bloody
Knowing The Same
Drags Me

This Is The Way Of All

Enciphered In Flesh
This Spells Your Certain Death