Luyện nghe bài hát Pestilence And Honey

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

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

Truth isn't it seems It's what 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 years proved otherwise So much more was taken

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

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

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