Luyện nghe bài hát In Vengeful Embrace

was an echo, an old sore,
A reflection.
No winds, but cricket
to the trail.
Traces me.
Something 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 lost fiend who spoke to me:

Welcome, brother.
Welcome, traitor.
Welcome, longed-for Intimate.
Repent and 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 mist gathered suns would be
And again he did to me Welcome, brother.
Welcome, traitor.
Welcome, longed-for Intimate.
and atone in vengeful embrace.
In embrace.

She burdened me with her
garment in the clear
Yearned for her in fetters
That were never to release.
virgin snow
A tender touch at
let grow in her eyes
At our in conceal.
And she me with her kiss
Bedecked in the clear
for her in fetters sweet
Never to release.
When luster from her eyes.

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

Oh brother, traitor.
Ever Intimate
Woe you
For you stole was mine.