Luyện nghe bài hát Septic Testament

I've seen the masquerade
I've heard the thin veiled
I've watched you like a filament
In the presence of true
These spells of conviction
forever seem to seep
From the weeping and the tainted trust
Of seasoned & lifelong thieves

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

into monologue
In the of your setting son
With shoulders growing cold
There's no grace to fall from

me
Coursing my flesh
I can you
Like in my veins
me
Coursing my flesh
I can hear it still, In my own
My cursed architect

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

In the of sickness
Like father, son
Now
Revel in these cures
Then to your knees
Groveling at narcotic
Where wretched worms always

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