Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

Grotesque
With falling snow
myth now melts away
Through bloody
it flows to see
this heartache me
Burns my gaiety, tahng down golden mask
My tears ooze away on soil

Through I stride and flee
Your musing thoughts by fear
I hear some nightingales, they
My withered to heal

Beauty's rose should die
My lies onward, joy behind
But nature it to be gone
So tired my woe...

Stormy of winter's day
For death I beg
Ere that sun wake
Drown my memory

What freezings I felt
what dark days in sleep a kind
Mounted on the wind your
comes to the seals

Stormy gusts of day
For death I beg
Ere that sun wake
Drown my sins' black

For resting time leads summer
on my heart is
this would which iron did impress
there a river whispering run
The birds are mute
The dread the near
Their sings, wet my eyes
Drown my world with weeping

Too hot the eye of heaven
Anon, the tunnel I will
Praise deep in the rose
tree or stone doth want a soul?

Light, thy picture in my
It's held his hands
It's grounded in my
Disguised in veils

Morning shadows wear
How mornings have I seen?