Luyện nghe bài hát To Death Betrothed

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

Amidst the clouds her seething feelings slowly burn
In that he placed above all others shan't return
For time will pass and never shall he again to grace
The wondrous glow he once to see upon her face

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

again to reminisce of when her eyes were privy
To the grandeur is morn of every day
Resplendent still, she walks in mists of those betrayed
To mourn encroaching dusk and self
To fade as light into the night, incomplete
Alone to the spectrum turning gray