Luyện nghe bài hát Pestilence And Honey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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