Luyện nghe bài hát Septic Testament

I've seen the rotten
I've heard the thin veiled
I've you snap like a filament
In the of true resolve
These spells of conviction
They forever seem to
From the weeping eyes and the tainted
Of seasoned liars & thieves

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In the of your setting son
With wingless shoulders cold
There's no grace left to fall
So
another comatose shade
plastered to portrait
Of human waste

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In the presence of your son
With shoulders growing cold
There's no grace left to from

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

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

In the sanctum of
Like father, son
Now
in these necrotic cures
Then to your knees
Groveling at altars
wretched worms always feast

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