Luyện nghe bài hát The Baying Of The Hounds

I hear the baying of the
In the distance, I hear devouring
jackals of the earth
Diabolical beasts and the forests

In wait and constant
you to sit by his side
Your self-loathing in his flesh
A upon which you linger

His are flies
Swarming towards the insects
on buried dreams
Spreading upon your skin

His eyes forth a darkness
That cut through and
Casts light upon secrets
Forced to your enemies

His is a vortex
you into it's pandemonium
Fools you a helping hand of ashes
Reached out in false

His is a country
The lay dead beyond despair
Friends turned enemies unable to clean
In a rising fog of death

you believed is a lie
Everyone you is a death-burden
So you comfort in him
And you are receptive to stark

No longer struggling to your stand
You inflict no harm to others
are unaware and in a loop of futile events
You are everything, they are

in the deep mire
Past
the mire
Drown now with you

in the deep mire
Past
Beneath the
Drown desire now you

up verses on dead skin
The tainted lips of a
Resting upon

And I bereavement
Everything beloved is shattered
I would myself to anyone
I accept any flaws

I am too weak to
vibrating with horror
Finding the outcast in my
nerves on a puppet
Endless poison in my
Clean intent now tainted with

And so, cold touch now
Every hour awaiting a reverie to unfold
And now are calling me
Louder by the
The baying of the
Calling me back to my