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

Won't you rest your head my weary child
This would twas not for
I send you now the promised
Not one breath did you heave born

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

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

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

I proceed to him
I could almost
I the notion
That he did this while
But he's dead to world
Carved out like my heart
Soaked up and so lovingly
son unconditionally

In our secret alone
delecate crudely frowned upon
In our sacred love

Never born into den of sin
That which erodes the most tender of
After the eve has
The are sinking low
Shadows hide that life
In him could never

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