Luyện nghe bài hát Throes of Perdition

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

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

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

As their their guns "ready aim"
They say live if i die for their cause
Living the rule of fellow cro-magnon fool
They fear to out to stay still

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

Without eating their claws

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

Such melancholy burning the from skies
As we melt drowning inside bloodied eyes
Hope is ravaged running from
Sob so we choke then we die....

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

GUITAR

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

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

Sob so heavily we choke we die....