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
no soul had been here before me
As at this of joy appeared
A long lost fiend who to me:

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

I was seized mere fear
As at his I did recall
A face, a name, my frailty.
A tragedy in snow.
And all into rampant
Tendrils about my neck.
A mist gathered where suns be
And again he did to me Welcome, brother.
Welcome, traitor.
Welcome, longed-for Intimate.
Repent and atone in embrace.
In embrace.

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

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

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