Luyện nghe bài hát The Damned

Songs made of whispers silent
Like a choral of the needles
Prick the softest
And the breeze blood lust

These eyes gazing over the burning red
The night skies seem to me
Blanketing me with crowds of gray and
The crowd of the screams

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

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

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

They wait in eager for me
To into the darkness
These that I have seen
still burn inside of me

They still inside of me
still burn inside