Luyện nghe bài hát The Burial

Like they claw at the sky,
pylons of a foray.
Sentinels to look down 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 well of our malady,
we grasp tight of hands,
to the flow of defeat.
We pick the cleans of their worth,
whisper nothings into empty warrens,
mock to revel within,
who has seen days?
We dig a hole in the earth,
dig it to hide all our guilt.
A trio of sarcophagi - deceit.

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