Luyện nghe bài hát Remorse Of The Dead

My beloved
When you lie
Deep within your black marble
For and lodge
You will keep a damp, vault
A pit of

And the stone
Weighing down your
And your thighs supple
Through concern
Stills heart
From it's quest
Fastens your
the reckless run

The grave, shares
My eternal
For the poet the grave always
long nights
When sleep is far
ask: what do you gain
You dumb
Not to known what the dead cry for?
And, remorse,
At your worms will gnaw