Luyện nghe bài hát Pestilence And Honey

You bury your Dead too
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 of Veracity I thought I had lost it all
But years proved otherwise So much more was taken

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

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

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