Luyện nghe bài hát Morgue Of Centuries

Towards a end
substance
Morphing blake angelic

Collecting'
So near shine
Damn clear foul
faster to an end

Slash pale wings the core is
red beings the soul is gone
Bliss the seeds of
silent they observe

This
sins from my veins
An army stands to
Swift
Swollen from my hands
Domain of

The sky red
the wasteland
Feathers blake

inside
Your lunatic feeble
A hysterical
the end of days

Slash pale wings the core is
Skin red beings the soul is
Smash the white of these walls

Force the end of the
for a common fear
Bliss the of confusion
While silent they

my
Wounded at the end
of you
My in your eyes

Free
Resemble the
Oh well all fucked
But still you watch

Impassable
Null screams calling' for a
Sky may cry
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