Luyện nghe bài hát Winteryear

(dedicated to Abhinanda)

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

The penetrates
The modern
In the
Of

In halls
Empty words echoes between the
As swills down dried throats
Dance to the songs of dead
They knock at splintered doors

dignity
A creature rapes
falls the belief
In

Men weep and die
Men breed and sleep
The library up in flames
Nothing left but trivial
drawn with greedy perfection
The words is on the phone - an
The gun lights itself a
To the loss

I rather for something
Than die for
If the runs nearby
count me in