Luyện nghe bài hát Whispers Of Dead Sisters

Whispers to me, my
a hint of murder
Watch them, the angels are
Watch them, they my soul
I hide my to cry
Why do I this kiss upon me?
I crave your
but the are pointing at me
They made me your betrayer
But I whisper your name in the

Anger on my fingertips
A place God (I am told) no longer lives
A mass of flesh they to beat
But not identity

On scabby I continue to crawl
The sores are open and blood trails
Rocks and stones meld my skin
My body is a for plagues
I the paradise is good, it must be
But the makes me brittle
I see
I find myself holding hatred, it to me
I killed a man in my mind, I him dead
Yes I faith, Yes I am saved
But it doesn't my misery
It stop my hatred
It doesn't me wanting to die

Yet I'm still here despite the
I to believe I was called to suffer...
I was called... to prosper.