Luyện nghe bài hát Limbs Of A Stare

A garden of seeds lost, ashen spirits embrace me in
Like scars that shed the of flames, my thirst awakes

Aceless to my feelings, to my pulse, like disease
in my eyes, I am hiding from pleasure, yearning for breeze
Draw my bare tears from this melody now that I flee
Take refuge in me or vanish, my beauty, or tear the silk

To weave the drops of or strike the winds of misfortune
Mourning I stand, my in abyss, under skies of torture

Devour my womb, obscure roots
Release my dying touch, me from my doom
I an to feel desire
To shape truth and fire
Crawling towards you, with the of a stare

To dream a leaf without it's tree, to it's silence
I hear no sense, but a of lips and sighs in vastness

A thirteenth in my nightmare you become
And you in every rain, in every ballet and sun
Within my nest I bleed the of eves, hollow heart
Slave to this blessed state which my dreams afar

Bear to my memories of flesh that will never rise
The dice of desperation a black rose lays on my mind

Devour my womb, these obscure
Release my dying touch, unchain me my doom
I am prowling to feel
To yield to and pyres
Crawling towards you, with the of a stare...

A thirteenth shadow in my you become
And you in every rain, in every ballet and sun
Within my nest I bleed the of eves, hollow heart
Slave to this state which sends my dreams afar