Luyện nghe bài hát That Which Erodes the Most Tender of Things

Won't you rest your ruined head my weary
This would twas not for
I you now the promised land
Not one did you heave stilly born

this earth sleeping so soundly in my arms
A slug-like of ochre fluids where we've danced
The sun is setting now I hold a hand in vain
My lung emit a
What fiend take these tiny eyes and show them to the dark
Gods a lie

Never into this den of sin
That which erodes the most tender of
After the eve have
The lights are low
Shadows would hide life
In him could never

A gaze peers from the cradle black
Imagining his shining eyes sockets staring back
Witness the baptism the world would shun
Reject the purest of love
A to her son

I to nurse him
I could almost
I entertain the
That he did this while
But he's dead to this
out just like my heart
Soaked up and washed so
Cherished son

In our world alone
Situation delecate crudely upon
In our sacred love

Never born into den of sin
That which erodes the most of things
the eve has fallen
The lights are low
would hide that life
In him never grow

A hollow gaze from the cradle black
his shining eyes just sockets staring back
Witness the baptism skeletal the world shun
Reject the purest form of
A to her putrid rotting son