Luyện nghe bài hát Remorse Is For The Dead

The dirty Lord of the manor his filthy domain
Too many nights raising hell, a little all too well
Constructed a monument to and excess
Sunk so low, crawled so far back there's left to regress

If these walls talk, they would tell a horror story
Never-ending winter, violence and
fall through broken panes
Careless words that are filled hate
Just to keep it together, never enough to make it work

All the tongues here are
We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the of least expectance
A stinking pile of sick

it higher and higher
Light the match, the fire
this place until nothing's left,
And take us it

are irate
Crack of dawn naught but pain
Resentment grows, laughing in the gallows
Full throttle to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel
We are the lucky ones, welcome

Pile it and higher
Light the match, start the
Level this place nothing's left,
And take us it

nerves and bloody antidote
Violence is not and aberration, it's a rule dying beyond the
Your beatings will continue my morale improves
I don't you, I'm just removing an enemy
is for the dead

I'm just removing an
Remorse is for the dead, my
is for the dead, for dead, for dead, for dead