Luyện nghe bài hát Winteryear

(dedicated to Abhinanda)

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

The penetrates
The modern
In the
Of

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

Stripped
A creature rapes
Here the belief
In

Men and women die
Men breed and women
The goes up in flames
Nothing left but trivial
Lines drawn with greedy
The is on the phone - an infection
The gun lights itself a
To the loss

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