Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Of Serpents

Oh do not for a thing
'Lest the punish you with it all
The things you're looking for never find
In this
For all the vague
Oracles with a sulphur spring
Still sought the Hecate
holes
On moonless
For what is
or never more
Never or
Seek not the of the world
The fleeting beauty of soon gone
The flowers of the meadow that suck
as disease
Don't for coins in the ground
turn the roadside carcasses
And don't you loaf too on a crossroads
On nights
This for good kings of
This for their gold and
Opium, and milk
Up on the of the world
Beneath the of Serpents
The fear of
our future sibylline
In the fires of a dream
do we go
Mother of
I don't to know
The night and proclaimed
And Hecate of hundred names
Who or who revenges injured love
On moonless
Oh eat the yellow snow
And don't you never give all thy
Don't believe the voices of the
On nights
This for a coin the ground
for what's already mine
- ever look behind
Our mother of the