Luyện nghe bài hát The Antique

Dust my Mouth with a Timeless Poltergeist Rapping
upon a Dusty Door;
It the Days together

This Artefact wasn't so.
Flanked by Shelves incorporating me their Lonely Dream,
I search for Tremors lying
the Broken Tiled Floor
Weeping with a Madness,
for the Day Before.
Tarnished Silver in the soothes
The Fathoms of my Silver Beard;
Like Shining scoured by
A Creaking Gait,
dim the
Eloquence wore
The Cloak of younger Pride,
And was Long,
Long before their Keeper died.

A spread its Foul Curse to Every Living Thing
Stories trapp'd on Yellowed Pages
By Talismans of Lethargy.
Tales Twilit their Ruin'd Words
To Ghoulish Scenery,
over Candlelight
Extinguished in Century.

The Grandfather Clock once its Beads,
While the Branches
their Windows slightly Out of Key.
And Downstairs, where a
Forlorn Clock has long since its Faith,
And a House's Stale sighs like the
of a Wraith.

Spiders an Appearance
That stretches Gnarled
Back into a Relinquished Parlour
Wisps of Languor hinting faintly of Perique
the Ancyent Air and Fade,
Murmuring of Antique.