Luyện nghe bài hát The Culling

Dead eyes, I call you when you're in my dreams
too young, the culling then, it was obscene
I am by love
I am depleted by

I'll never tell the secrets of my
Bled out, a cult of
The kettle is wheeling, my
Riding on the back of a hell caused

One ear to the
One eye on the
My tongue on your
My in your wound

Sweet dead eyes, I long to hear you
dead eyes, I long to see your face
Sweet dead eyes, I long for that illustrious
Sweet dead eyes, I you feel it

No turning back, only God knows what headed for
The bloom, the sun rises

Flux, hiss, welt,
Flux, hiss, welt,
Flux, hiss, welt,
Flux, hiss, welt,
Flux, hiss, welt,
Flux, hiss, welt,