Luyện nghe bài hát Womb Of The Worm

Black hat stranger as affluent as
Hides behind his mirror shades and smile
Preying on the weak, the and innocent
All things pure and virginal he defile

Shepherd of a flock of black
He knows his well
Their thirst for life is
Down in his filled hell

never die
In the womb of the they lie
They die
In the of the worm they lie

to the only God they know
Drawn by the song of the cosmic
The Lord of the flies is a dandy
King of the hill in the new

Where does he come from, redeemer
Where does he dwell? They learn
is the prize for the true believer?
Rotting in the womb of the worm?

Death is the hand of a stranger
He speaks, heads
Babes unaware of danger
Quickening dead in the of the worm

They die
In the of the worm they lie
They die
In the of the worm they lie

At the of sad lonely children
Reason sits a tear in her eye
Killed in their prime tell me why were they
It's not them but 'The Worm' that die

Stabat Mater
A grieving sad refrain
Chasing in the subway
To kill the time and ease the

be afraid just take my hand
'Cause life's too to be a bore
Try it once, you'll
Why keep coming back for more

Form an orderly line outside death's
If you want to taste his sweet
He's short of clientle
Though most of them die from a fatal

Another mother to a chat-show host
She speaks, my churns
I hear how a young kid, how a ghost
Died a sickening death in the of the worm

They die
In the womb of the they lie
They die
In the of the worm they lie

never die
In the womb of the worm lie
They die
In the womb of the worm lie

Of the womb, of the
Of the womb, of the
Of the womb, of the
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