Luyện nghe bài hát Pestilence And Honey

You bury your too shallow
To get flies, Pestilence and Honey

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

Truth what it seems It's what the Fool believes
All the good one's are And all Guilt is relative

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

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

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

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