Luyện nghe bài hát Malice Through the Looking Glass

Take away the for restlessness plagues me
I am by a specter profounder
Than hatred and grief or the sum of hideous crime

I shalt suffer confessional of mine
Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning
Only once it is dark doth my cease

She to a sky dressed in flame
Eyes of curses for her killers by choice
Who fell to their god over her and voice

I am as come to ravish in the light
Steal me from their stares and mute Christ night
I will thy prayers if thou wouldst drink of my life

Encroaching evening skies die with tragedy
And those interred in cold graves on pleasures to be
In deep hysteria where our legends breathes
Through sweet death and thereafter nightmares shalt feed