Luyện nghe bài hát The Warren of Snares

We can account for the in our sides,
Yet we are not to the thoughts that we discard.
who would break us nurture our despair.
But still we those who we revile.
We take this in our fortitude,
The war of yet to be resolved.

We broke the from which we sup,
Bit hard the nape of our chaste and drew blood.
Take in our commune, orphans, Staccato souls.
Scrawled identities, of our consecration.

Is this our dowry, the sorrow of our
Do we our young with the horrors of our past?
We use these imperfections as markers points.
We have so much to gain, so little to loose.

Lay this soil, a marred ambit,
Borders by slick hraka.
Towers of salt out tracks,
in two by careless hands.

The is rife, the harbinger,
It clings to us Efrafa.
Homba, and Yonil,
It like vomit within us all.

The weakening spread out in ares,
The to flee, cowardice engulfs.
Our are raised in unison.
Brandished tools, skin.

Cut away, so much meat,
We forged new against ill repute,
We hold on to one another.
I am for we are many.