Luyện nghe bài hát Of the Wound

The cross pulled from his
Raises a welt, in every limb

Sleep can for seizures

The legless man had directed him to a
like blind eyes probed the mud
The minutes that left
Ran across his throat stuffed with
And his mouth hear the distant splashes

A fever and his is worse
In the silent days

He remain an enigma

They climbed three flights of to the night
Like a hundred of glass
were numerous outstretched hands throwing shadows,
A pair of
Holding the cornered hat of a cardinal

We move on to venoms

would spit on you
And who you remind me of
a musty green
The wound appears to be