Luyện nghe bài hát Septic Testament

I've the rotten masquerade
heard the thin veiled vows
I've you snap like a filament
In the of true resolve
spells of porous conviction
They forever to seep
From the weeping eyes and the tainted
Of liars & lifelong thieves

Lapse into
In the presence of setting son
wingless shoulders growing cold
There's no grace left to fall
So
another comatose shade
plastered to portrait
Of useless human

Lapse into
In the presence of setting son
With wingless shoulders cold
no grace left to fall from

me
Coursing my flesh
I can you
Like razors in my
me
Coursing my flesh
I can it still, In my own voice
You- My architect

Here, I away
of your septic testament
Un-sired, spawn of your septic

In the of sickness
father, unlike son
Now
Revel in necrotic cures
Then to your knees
Groveling at narcotic
wretched worms always feast

me
Coursing through my
I can you
razors in my veins
me
Coursing through my
I can hear it still, In my own
You- my cursed