Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Every Dead Thing

Feeling Your Hand
Grip My
I Won't Look Back
It's Not
Choking On Breath
With Terror
No Shred Of Hope
No

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

From Your Face
Bloody
Knowing The Same
Drags Me

This Is The Way Of All

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

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

Fleeing Your Face
Brother
Knowing We're The
Me Under

This Is The Way Of All

Enciphered In This
This Sentence Your Certain Death