Luyện nghe bài hát The Warren of Snares

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

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

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

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

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

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

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