Luyện nghe bài hát The World Made Flesh

[Lyrics: Pavel Frelik, Peter Wiwczarek]

Most often a and a deception, a word can also be an act of creation
and the repetition may bring into being new modes of existence.

This is my
things small and dumb
And the gods of Stasis and
But for the Word that
This is my word made flesh, my cry and
My endless speech that strives to

is my recitation
The stubborn logos that pulsates and

is my repetition
Of insult, filth, fantasy and
calls into being the trigger
The that'll reveal itself out of the roar
is my word made flesh, my cry and rage
My kingdom of words that fail

This is my
My statues carved from stone of
My secret in the dark
Which I'll lay waste to my tongue
My hieroglyphic prayer and
For all that is and high and bright