Luyện nghe bài hát White Worms

It's almost
The clouds are streaked with
And the is bright
your innocence

There is no
Disquiet lurks in
By place of power
Your must escalate

What has before
And perpetually
Is on way
Cherish atrocity

Woodland dark
Ill lit by beacons
A black car
With two men it

the right temptation
Murder to prompting
The man shotgun
Has just his own son

To nurture the worms

Still and
The woodframe house vacant
that once lived here
Can no be found

And yet all are
fed and ghastly white
In the of moist earth
That sits just by the

His rigid features
He flings his son's blonde head upon the
This last act him his metamorphosis
For he who built the house is at the

To the white worms

Darkling souls, though
With each sin can
Into something
Before dawn, pupate
And feed on
Nourished by more you
To haunt the aether
In obscene

The is hell
With it's windows all
these come some worms
And they have wings

Fear is forever, the
To goad the rest of
acts of pervert nature
And bring out the in all of us