Luyện nghe bài hát Willothewisp

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

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

I can no bear to watch you cradling my form.
Wrenching out bloody drops of futile storm.
to the Willothewisp my love. Deaths arduous game.
Mocking times foreshadowing years of reign.

Oh my perfect princess, and cold as stone.
I shall trace your lips crimson. I'll protect you;
they have you to bury, to leave me.
all who dare touch my pretty doll,
it be bloody paradise, a misanthropes ball.

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

Willothewisp my love, is forever now be.
Willothewisp my darkened darling can not be taken away thee.

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

My princess is not their slave,
to tear apart and fit a holy lonesome grave.

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

No! Why? body comforts 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 dead. I need you in any form.
I want you. Separation is what the fear of death.
Ahh! Ahh! back!

My essence is always you.
Hovering you and what was I
of my and perfect 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 away her! Bastards, pawns!
Die, you are nothing, Die!!!

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

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

A presence looms me, whispering like 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,
to find I am like wind to rain.

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