Luyện nghe bài hát Throes of Perdition

Blind-folded and gagged stood
the whole world my firing squad
At the edge of the I'm faced out
Staring the sun in the eye

Vultures circle above, mocking the kill
drooling down their chins
Atop the cliffs I down into the starving hell-mouth
The foam crashes hard on it's teeth

mouths salivate
Fantasizing my gruesome
world looks down upon
A man who can stand on his own two

As feeding their guns "ready aim"
They say I'll if i die for their cause
Living under the of fellow cro-magnon fool
They fear to look out to still

Their mouths
Fantasizing my ending
This world looks down
A man who can stand on his own two

Without eating from their

Life feels like should
hell's so cold
Pull knife out
Stick it with the rest of
my back is full
Turn me around to it

Such burning the stars from skies
As we melt inside their bloodied eyes
Hope is ravaged running lacerations
Sob so heavily we choke we die....

Die...Die...Die...Die...

GUITAR

Die...Die...Die...Die

Life feels hell should
This hell's so
another knife out
Stick it with the of them
When my back is
me around to face it

Sob so we choke then we die....