Luyện nghe bài hát Procession

Subjected nevermore, to the whims of the
Steal their flesh, from the pool of the
more, erythematous moisture
Beyond high, by the chosen
it, to breathe evermore
Of the wicked of the world, processions' end
nevermore, to the fears of the dying
Feel high, attempts to allude
Your flesh sigh, in the midst of moisture
One sect more for the kind
Can you it? Can you feel their high?
Feel it! evermore!
from the chosen kind, then lie back down
Feel high and breathe evermore
End your search for the