Luyện nghe bài hát Woundwort

At the crux of our nation the dies.
Spills out dissension a of cries.
Written in and glanced rebellion,
we these ugly wounds, weep words opposition.
fields bare bitter fruit,
tendrils like needles and root.
Clasped hands dig nails through and through wood,
gouge out the of our parenthood.

Those who would summon to court assumptions,
to cut out the of the idiot prince.
The resides within the welt of coercion,
defiles the of all our children.
The of piety,
the prince.
Pigheaded,
and as sin.

We no longer in his necrotic penumbra,
the prophetic repugnance wore out ago.
the is heard, the word is given,
the descends upon his eminence.
Attempted offerings, he in his woe.
The walls of his womb to an fro.
We will come knocking baited breath,
the scent of the rife with repent.

icons dismantled the firmament cleansed.
We out new effigies and runes in the sand.
of kindred, faces of kind,
the of kinship fuels starving minds.
we lay,
we build.
we may falter,
we build.

The onus of power in its cradle,
the on the doors brittle, unable.
We the timber, stand over the general.
The jabbering magnate, and devoured.
Dismember! this mantle!
We far too long.
the chains! Leave nothing unturned!
We far too long.