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

Won't you rest your ruined head my weary
would twas not for thee
I send you now the land
Not one breath did you stilly born

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

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

A hollow gaze peers the cradle black
Imagining his shining eyes just sockets staring
Witness the baptism skeletal the world would
Reject the purest form of
A to her son

I to nurse him
I could smile
I entertain the
he did live this while
But he's to this world
Carved out like my heart
Soaked up and washed so
Cherished son

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

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

A hollow peers from the cradle black
Imagining his shining eyes just sockets staring
Witness the baptism skeletal the world shun
Reject the purest of love
A mother to her rotting son