Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Every Dead Thing

Feeling Cold Hand
Grip My
Still I Look Back
Not Over
Choking On Each
Drawn With
No Shred Of Left
No

Against Death I Rage
I Deny The
I Hope They Me With
My Fucking Finger Raised

From Your Face
Bloody
Knowing We're The
Me Under

This Is The Way Of All

Fleeing From Fate
On I
By This Pain
Ceaseless
Death Waits In Cell
Rival
Blind Compel
To

This Death I Rage
I The Grave
I Hope They Me With
My Fucking Finger Raised

From Your Face
Bloody
Knowing We're The
Me Under

This Is The Way Of All

Enciphered In This
This Sentence Spells Certain Death