Luyện nghe bài hát The Baying Of The Hounds

I hear the baying of the
In the distance, I hear them
Pest-ridden of the earth
Diabolical and roaming the forests

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

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

His eyes spew a darkness
cut through and paralyze
Casts light upon your
Forced to your enemies

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

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

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

No longer to declare your stand
You would inflict no to others
They are and in a loop of futile events
You are everything, are nothing

in the deep mire
Past
Beneath the
Drown now with you

in the deep mire
Past
Beneath the
Drown desire now you

Lined up verses on skin
The lips of a stranger
upon hers

And I embrace
beloved is shattered anyway
I would devote myself to
I accept any flaws

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

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