Luyện nghe bài hát The Baying Of The Hounds

I hear the baying of the
In the distance, I hear devouring
Pest-ridden of the earth
Diabolical beasts and the forests

In wait and constant
Calling you to sit by his
Your image in his flesh
A revelation upon which you

His words are
Swarming towards the true
Feasting on buried
decay upon your skin

His eyes forth a darkness
That cut and paralyze
Casts light upon your
to confront your enemies

His mouth is a
you into it's pandemonium
Fools you with a hand of ashes
out in false dismay

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

you believed is a lie
Everyone you loved is a
So you comfort in him
And you are receptive to wishes

No longer struggling to declare your
You would no harm to others
They are unaware and in a loop of futile
You are everything, are nothing

Drown in the mire
desires
Beneath the
Drown now with you

in the deep mire
Past
the mire
Drown desire now you

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

And I embrace
Everything is shattered anyway
I devote myself to anyone
I would any flaws

I am too to resist
Tension with horror
Finding the in my eyes
Pushing nerves on a
Endless in my veins
Clean intent now tainted death

And so, cold touch now
Every waking awaiting a reverie to unfold
And now they are me
by the minute
The of the hounds
Calling me to my home