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 protectors
Calling you to sit by his
Your self-loathing in his flesh
A revelation upon which you

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

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

His is a vortex
Sucking you into pandemonium
you with a helping hand of ashes
Reached out in false

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

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

No longer to declare your stand
You would inflict no harm to
They are unaware and in a loop of events
You are everything, they are

in the deep mire
Past
the mire
Drown desire now you

Drown in the mire
Past
Beneath the
Drown desire now you

Lined up on dead skin
The lips of a stranger
Resting upon

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

I am too to resist
Tension with horror
the outcast in my eyes
Pushing on a puppet
poison in my veins
Clean intent now tainted death

And so, cold now inhumane
Every hour awaiting a reverie to unfold
And now they are me
by the minute
The of the hounds
Calling me back to my