Luyện nghe bài hát Tongues

Tongues in me
Yours be the and the vile
Glide my skin
through my nerves

I bury the nomad
Hours in the
Couldn't these searing
tongues

you say
Yet venom
In guises
As the in our eyes

Tongue, throat,
of the word
And stealer of

A monumental reign of
slit up to stain the target
We're food for the hounds of
Prey to the crows of

No power left to
My stolen
Filtered the illiterate
of death

Flies let be poured
From the cupped hands of

On account of their
I made with the word and the moon
with the tide and left for the sound
Of dead instruments thrown out of

The red patterns,
and even claw
Decoying from pandemonic

Let a dissonant note
In the of the spheres
The streak of promise in the sky
whipping black tongues
Aching to me back to life

To their truths within me