Luyện nghe bài hát Pestilence And Honey

You bury Dead too shallow
To get more flies, Pestilence and

A kindred I control your destiny
you smell is Fear As I cry to the Heavens

Truth isn't what it seems what the Fool believes
All the good one's are And all Guilt is relative

For the sake of I thought I had lost it all
But these years proved otherwise So more was taken

Dead eyes stare back at me His promises like flow
Sweetness veils the rotting
And steaming Stench of thousands of

What you is True Evil What you smell is True Fear
What you spread is a Miasma of Pestilence and Honey

Every Headstone tells a Story Of and Honey
(and of more flies) So pale the Pleasure so pale the Pain
Because Headstone tells a Story
All the one's are Dead All the good one's are Dead