Luyện nghe bài hát Winteryear

(dedicated to Abhinanda)

A winteryear, five before the future
Just after the end of
There's a vulcano
Couloring the
Its is cut off
The drinks its altarwine

The penetrates
The modern
In the
Of

In civilisation
Empty words echoes between the
As champagne down dried throats
to the songs of living dead
They knock at your doors

dignity
A creature rapes
Here falls the
In

Men and women die
Men breed and sleep
The goes up in flames
Nothing left but trivial
Lines drawn with perfection
The words is on the - an infection
The gun lights a cigarette
To celebrate the

I rather for something
Than die for
If the river runs
Don't me in