Luyện nghe bài hát Winteryear

(dedicated to Abhinanda)

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

The penetrates
The virginity
In the
Of

In civilisation
words echoes between the walls
As swills down dried throats
Dance to the of living dead
knock at your splintered doors

Stripped
A creature rapes
Here the belief
In

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

I rather live for
Than die for
If the river nearby
Don't me in