Luyện nghe bài hát Terminal Deity

Something is me down.
It its way through my arms,
and through these fatigued worn fingers in fevered lashings of claw.
I somehow manage to gain the it takes to emit its evils onto the page.
Blood-soaked desperate one sided into the chill of all words.
Let the be told of horrid torment,
to watch him plagued in for all of our years.
In every time, a star of hope is shining its regards as a of vain mockery,
in these pained attempts of alleviation.
To convert the monster.