Luyện nghe bài hát Pestilence And Honey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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