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

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

Unto this sleeping so soundly in my arms
A slug-like trail of ochre fluids where danced
The sun is setting now I a modest hand in vain
My lung emit a
What fiend would take these eyes and show them to the dark
just a lie

Never into this den of sin
That which erodes the most tender of
the eve have fallen
The are sinking low
would hide that life
In him never grow

A hollow gaze peers from the cradle
Imagining his shining eyes just sockets back
the baptism skeletal the world would shun
Reject the form of love
A to her son

I to nurse him
I could almost
I entertain the
That he did this while
But dead to this world
Carved out just my heart
Soaked up and so lovingly
Cherished son

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

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

A hollow gaze peers from the cradle
Imagining his shining eyes just sockets back
Witness the baptism skeletal the would shun
Reject the purest form of
A mother to her putrid son