Luyện nghe bài hát The Baying Of The Hounds

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

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

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

His eyes spew 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 a helping hand of ashes
Reached out in false

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

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

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

Drown in the mire
Past
Beneath the
Drown desire now you

in the deep mire
Past
the mire
Drown now with you

Lined up on dead skin
The tainted of a stranger
upon hers

And I bereavement
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
intent now tainted with death

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