Luyện nghe bài hát Pestilence And Honey

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

A Spirit I control your destiny
What you smell is Fear As I cry to the

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

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

Dead eyes stare back at me His promises Honey flow
Sweetness the rotting Flesh
And steaming Stench of of Graves

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

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