Luyện nghe bài hát Tetragammaton

Tell me over
awaits
i've to the surface
and is there
sank muffled
in the nerve sound
but she awakes
will she still be us

my heart is
year is late
how did you get
ask all but the
from a christ that went
his cells
we summon by candle by and by bell

glossolalia my skin
glycerin and
stuffed the voice of god
mirrors to the

the sermon mourning
it's hail
slothful the
that on the seed
shall behead the
under sleeves
i hope you have
in a thicket of

me a moment
to clean you've stole
the will hang high
ribs and let taste
we'll cover the smell silver nitrate
mending the cuts of your faith

coats my skin
glycerin and
stuffed the inside of god
to the animals

then so
dear
the form
you've given me and i'll

now on
just my hand
say they made you
but you brought your own
tell me no no
say i'm the one

by the
you read my
of and itch
failure to
as to decease
and you won't know everything
i've the fall

drained the fall of my pale will
swarming by your
licking the of blasphemer guilts
it only meant to drape a
over the stuck pig scalp of
to the sock where the flatline had spread
the in my temporal lobe
is like rosalyn carter
she says my map is again
but torn down
i have only but a million
to you all about
in the end they just me
to make him out

gas me the
of your five snare
picks the eye
but no there
down drags waltz
the alter top
from a that
depravation
trespass form
i'm void of
i'd ask to
but the mask on

levitate
teutonic
is the wrath
of my

in the end they gagged me
to make him out

you locked the
erupts
will you drink the
of my red

you and your
to god
you've one in the
but finger got stuck

let the sound
of a cry for
but all was
on the you walked

palms speak through
serve your lost
i contaminate with

in the end just gagged me
to make him out

glossolalia my skin
and turbulence
stuffed the inside of god
mirrors to the

till it get my hands on you
i won't forget a that left me

you wait
till i get my on you
i
you won't

my corpse
and let it
in the eye of the
i get out

check my wrist
i'll a pulse
i'm not the
you i was

if you pet the
sixth dice
if you the seven
st. michael

they'll be no
shut my mouth
i scald the
you're of