Luyện nghe bài hát Shadowfields

within dead
a face of pain
one sounds
sobing with horror that
expired, and sweet
doing with decaying souls
a play
before with stoned hearts
lights veil
priest strides up the
sunken colours
streaming red on her cold

dominates me
feel it in my
in my

fever
crush my sweating
of death

burning in my
in my

poison
running through my
the edge

faint angels watching
stream of blue vague away
silence and sink
in spells suds swimming low
figures reel into void
above my
strike of colours voice dies on the choir
incense rising black plates
on a dark I sit
my stare up to the cross
high upon high the voice