Luyện nghe bài hát Malice Through the Looking Glass

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

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

She died to a sky dressed in
Eyes full of curses for her killers by
Who fell to their god over her vision and

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

evening skies die with such tragedy
And those in cold graves dwell on pleasures to be
In deep hysteria our legends still breathes
Through sweet death and thereafter sweeping shalt feed