Luyện nghe bài hát Throes of Perdition

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

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

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

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

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

Without from their claws

Life feels like should
This hell's so
Pull another out
Stick it with the of them
my back is full
Turn me around to it

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

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

GUITAR

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

Life like hell should
This hell's so
Pull knife out
Stick it with the of them
my back is full
Turn me to face it

Sob so we choke then we die....