Luyện nghe bài hát Morgue Of Centuries

Towards a end
substance
Morphing blake state

inside
So near ravenous
Damn clear foul
Rushing' to an end

Slash wings the core is torn
red beings the soul is gone
Bliss the of confusion
While silent observe

life
Fallen' sins from my
An army stands to
mire
Swollen sick from my
of history

The sky red
the wasteland
Feathers falling'

Digging'
Your lunatic feeble
A genocide
Face the end of

Slash wings the core is torn
Skin red the soul is gone
the white of these goddamn walls

Force the end of the
Sanctified for a fear
the seeds of confusion
While silent observe

my
Wounded at the end
of you
My desire in your

fall
Resemble the
Oh we're all fucked
But silent you watch

Impassable
screams calling' for a dreaming'
Sky may cry
Bleeding'