Luyện nghe bài hát The Burial

Like fingers claw at the sky,
of a pompous foray.
Sentinels to down upon with vacant eyes.
We kindle our to strive,
to separate.
A to the spoils of fate,
in graves.
We dig a deep in the earth,
dig it deep to all our guilt.
A trio of - triadic deceit.

The quagmire swallow whole,
the black of our malady,
we grasp of offered hands,
to the flow of defeat.
We pick the bones of their worth,
whisper [sweet] nothings empty warrens,
prayers to revel within,
who has seen days?
We dig a hole in the earth,
dig it deep to all our guilt.
A trio of sarcophagi - deceit.

Zealots practice vigils,
we turn out attention their axis,
imitations with former glory,
we ignore remorse.