Luyện nghe bài hát The Damned

Songs made of whispers silent
Like a choral of the dead
Prick the skin
And the breeze scream lust

These eyes gazing the hilltops burning red
The night seem to follow me
Blanketing me crowds of gray and black
The of the damned screams

shown red, raise the dead
Eyes shown red, raise the

The breeze over the whispers in the dark
Setting the leaves in
Hanging there like a body the rafters
back at me

Eyes shown red, raise the
Eyes red, raise the dead

wait in eager circles for me
To stagger into the
These images that I have
They still inside of me

They burn inside of me
still burn inside