Luyện nghe bài hát To Death Betrothed

Her mind with loathsome thoughts,the devil and dismay
The burden of theatre and the stage on which we play
Autumnal sun, no upon that burning, pale skin
writhes around her yet the pain, it writhes within

Amidst the roaming clouds her seething slowly burn
In knowing that he placed above all others return
For time will pass and never shall he come to grace
The wondrous glow he professed to see upon her face

To death
Her union now a of lies
As dry in way as burning sands
In midnights' he covets another
The all alluring vesper
Left grain to filter through her hands

Alone again to reminisce of when her eyes privy
To the grandeur that is of every day
Resplendent still, she walks in ghostly mists of those
To mourn encroaching dusk and decay
To fade as into the night, forever incomplete
Alone to the spectrum turning gray