Luyện nghe bài hát In Vengeful Embrace

was an echo, an old sore,
A reflection.
No winds, but chirps
to the trail.
Traces me.
Something across.
Maybe a shadow, a imagery.
A pasture on the repeals my worry
no soul had been here before me
As at this of joy appeared
A lost fiend who spoke to me:

Welcome, brother.
Welcome, traitor.
Welcome, ever Intimate.
and atone in vengeful embrace.
In embrace.

I was seized with mere
As at his words I did
A face, a name, my frailty.
A in december snow.
And all into rampant
Tendrils entwined my neck.
A mist gathered where suns be
And he did speak to me Welcome, brother.
Welcome, traitor.
Welcome, ever Intimate.
Repent and atone in embrace.
In embrace.

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

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

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