Luyện nghe bài hát Winteryear

(dedicated to Abhinanda)

A winteryear, years before the future
Just after the end of
a headless vulcano
Couloring the
Its is cut off
The drinks its altarwine

The penis
The virginity
In the
Of

In halls
Empty words echoes the walls
As champagne swills down throats
Dance to the of living dead
knock at your splintered doors

Stripped
A creature itself
Here the belief
In

Men weep and die
Men breed and sleep
The library goes up in
Nothing but trivial remains
Lines drawn with greedy
The is on the phone - an infection
The gun lights a cigarette
To celebrate the

I rather live for
die for nothing
If the runs nearby
Don't me in