Luyện nghe bài hát The Baying Of The Hounds

I the baying of the hounds
In the distance, I hear them
Pest-ridden jackals of the
Diabolical beasts and roaming the

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

His words are
Swarming the true insects
on buried dreams
Spreading decay your skin

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

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

His body is a
The cities lay dead despair
turned enemies unable to come clean
In a rising fog of reeking

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

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

in the deep mire
Past
the mire
Drown now with you

in the deep mire
Past
Beneath the
desire now with you

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

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

I am too weak to
Tension vibrating with
the outcast in my eyes
Pushing nerves on a
Endless in my veins
Clean now tainted with death

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