Luyện nghe bài hát Shadowfields

within dead
a bleeding of pain
one sounds
sobing with horror grows
expired, and sweet
doing prayers with decaying
a play
before prayers with stoned
lights shimmering
strides up the altar
sunken move
streaming red on her cold

fear me
it in my heart
in my

fever
crush my sweating
of death

burning in my
in my

poison
running through my
the edge

faint watching altars
stream of blue vague away
silence and sink
in myrial spells swimming low
wretched figures reel void
my head
strike of colours voice dies on the choir
rising from black plates
on a bench I sit
raising my stare up to the
upon high the starving voice