Luyện nghe bài hát In Vengeful Embrace

was an echo, an old sore,
A reflection.
No winds, but cricket
to the trail.
Traces me.
flitting across.
Maybe a shadow, a imagery.
A pasture on the left repeals my
That no soul had been here me
As at glimpse of joy appeared
A long lost who spoke to me:

Welcome, brother.
Welcome, traitor.
Welcome, longed-for Intimate.
and atone in vengeful embrace.
In embrace.

I was seized with mere
As at his I did recall
A face, a name, my frailty.
A tragedy in snow.
And all turned rampant
Tendrils about my neck.
A gathered where suns would be
And he did speak to me Welcome, brother.
Welcome, traitor.
Welcome, ever Intimate.
Repent and in vengeful embrace.
In embrace.

She burdened me with her
Bedecked in the clear
Yearned for her in fetters
That were never to release.
December's virgin
A tender at ease
let grow in her eyes
At our in conceal.
And she burdened me with her
garment in the clear
Yearned for her in fetters
meant to release.
When passed from her eyes.

Again there was echo,
an old sore wide open,
bewildering reflection.
I did repel, but repented.

Oh brother, traitor.
Ever longed-for
Woe you
For you stole was mine.