Luyện nghe bài hát Tryst With Mephistopheles

I stumbled on the path.
Clumsy, clumsy.
No am I.
I can't keep my shoes tied.

I've been in love with ever since
I heard the of Psalm 21.
between the choirs,
As they sang, "Laudate Dominum, Dominum".

Damn, I wrote it down, but I it in the pocket of my other jeans.
Scrawled across the foolscap: "I don't what your devotion means,
I don't know what devotion means."

And up, upon the I can see
The one I as a boy.
The Creator, The Great Noise.
The Great Noise.

and charging up the ridge.
The chests are empty, the too.
They float in the flood, and so will you, I swear, so you.

"Your is spent! Your light is spent!" I cried,
As I drove the iron spike Owen's eyes.
The sun sped the plains like that cinematic moment where
and nature collide.
When you think, "Everything's be all right,"
Just before the hero gets a in his side.

off the clifftop,
Listening for the spatter, floors below.
come the vultures.
I will not be your anymore.

Now the has been silenced, how will they ever decipher me?
I they hear these words and are convinced
You even knew me.

I a bruise on your brawny shoulder,
my fingers over your tattoos.
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