Luyện nghe bài hát White Worms

It's almost
The clouds are streaked violet
And the moon is
your innocence

There is no
Disquiet lurks in
By this place of
Your sins must

What has before
And perpetually
Is on way
Cherish each

dark surroundings
Ill lit by beacons
A car approaches
With two men it

With the right
Murder needs to
The man riding
Has just his own son

To the white worms

Still and
The woodframe house stands
that once lived here
Can no longer be

And yet all are
Well fed and ghastly
In the mound of earth
That sits just by the

His features inexpressive
He flings his son's head upon the heap
last act earns him his metamorphosis
For he who the house is at the wheel

To nurture the white

Darkling souls, though
each sin can mutate
Into dreadful
Before dawn, you'll
And feed on
Nourished by more you
To haunt the aether
In obscene

The house is
With it's windows all
these come some worms
And they have sprouted

Fear is forever, the
To goad the of humanity
Into acts of nature
And out the worm in all of us