Luyện nghe bài hát Painted Skulls

From the museum of
Unliving eyes see subtle jest
In my sorrow they the past
Yet celebrate eternal rest

the worlds pain
In a church of
the lantern flame
Upon your knee
skulls
Painted

Warm and the air runs hard
Around the gravesite
Wailing moon in a sky
Hungry and eager

Our cries their world
An to mourn
Celebration, for fate
Of unearthly dead souls

Like a slime trail of a
Transgress to the
Unburied in restful bliss
Bursting forth crust

Stale the of arising souls
In ritual
Drag you down infuse your
By blade or barb

skulls
Painted

The festival end now they
Shrouds of pain another
Return to their
We surviving await in fear

Mourning
To the end
dreams and broken lies
Painted skulls, the cry