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
beasts and roaming the forests

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

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

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

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 beyond despair
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 comfort in him
And you are to stark wishes

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

Drown in the deep
Past
Beneath the
Drown desire now you

Drown in the deep
Past
the mire
Drown now with you

up verses on dead skin
The tainted lips of a
Resting hers

And I bereavement
Everything beloved is anyway
I would myself to anyone
I would any flaws

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

And so, cold touch now
Every waking hour a reverie to unfold
And now are calling me
by the minute
The baying of the
me back to my home