Luyện nghe bài hát Septic Testament

I've the rotten masquerade
I've heard the thin veiled
I've watched you like a filament
In the presence of true
These spells of conviction
They forever to seep
the weeping eyes and the tainted trust
Of liars & lifelong thieves

Lapse monologue
In the presence of your son
With wingless shoulders cold
There's no left to fall from
So
Into another shade
plastered to another
Of useless human

into monologue
In the presence of your son
With wingless growing cold
no grace left to fall from

me
Coursing through my
I can you
Like in my veins
me
Coursing my flesh
I can it still, In my own voice
You- My cursed

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

In the of sickness
father, unlike son
Now
Revel in these necrotic
Then shatter to your
Groveling at altars
Where wretched worms always

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