Luyện nghe bài hát Willothewisp

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

Seeking in the darkness hovering helplessly
around our crying with absence of real tears,
a child born in vein.

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

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

I hear you and beseech you, a way to understand.
Kill 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 now what be.
Willothewisp my darkened darling can not be taken away 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,
fuck reality.I seek revenge.
Fuck stupidity, your death will be avenged.

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

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

No! Your body comforts me. Please understand.
It is a Willothewisp my love, but at least I 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 with you.
over you and what was I
of my and perfect self,
I meant to die.
all right, do as you wish.
I want my body to be you.

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

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

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

A presence looms about me, whispering morning dew.
My perfect death doll princess, I stay forever 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, arguous game.
Willothewisp is hidden boundaries, foreshadowing of pain.