Luyện nghe bài hát Willothewisp

(Her) spent succumbing
to the of Blackeyes,
feeling the embrace of your hand,
memories like on a wound,
dominate my new found land.

Seeking wisdom in the darkness helplessly
our pain crying with absence of real tears,
like a born in vein.

I can no bear to watch you cradling my form.
Wrenching out drops of desperation's futile storm.
Welcome to the Willothewisp my love. arduous game.
times insanity foreshadowing years of reign.

Oh my perfect princess, and cold as stone.
I trace your lips with crimson. I'll protect you;
they can't you to bury, to leave me.
all who dare touch my pretty doll,
it will be bloody paradise, a ball.

I hear you and you, find a way to understand.
Kill them for my body and be left with of sand.
Do not your life in vain,
that which feels happiness nor pain.

Willothewisp my love, is now what be.
Willothewisp my darkened can not be taken away from thee.

I feel your essence all me,
and see you on our floor.
it would kill me to see you
dragged out a rotting whore.
The dead are not to take,
their reality.I seek revenge.
Fuck their stupidity, death will be avenged.

My princess is not dead slave,
to tear apart and fit inside a holy grave.

Ahh! You torment me endless worry.
A is what is left of me, to kill it, insanity!
Wake up your life. Do not waste it in my name.

No! Why? Your body me. Please understand.
It is a my love, but at least I would have command.

Help! Help! Ahh!
I can not this, my heart was black to all but you,
and now you're dead. I you in any form.
I you. Separation is what permeates the fear of death.
Ahh! Ahh! back!

My essence is always you.
over you and what was I
of my love and self,
I never to die.
all right, do as you wish.
I my body to be with you.

I see coming, my pulse quickens, my long blade smiles.
Get from her! Bastards, pawns!
Die, you are nothing, Die!!!

They are as well, now bags of worthless flesh.
How dare they try and you, Ha! Ha! Ha! We are free together.

You like a broken child before me,
clutching my cold hand wet tears,
you my hand and lips, and I feel nothing.

A presence looms about me, whispering morning dew.
My perfect death doll princess, I stay here with you.

He has won my body, but now he is insane.
I out to dry his tears,
only to find I am wind to rain.

Willothewisp is torture, deaths game.
Willothewisp is boundaries, foreshadowing years of pain.