Luyện nghe bài hát Woundwort

At the of our nation the cornea dies.
Spills out a barrage of cries.
Written in looks and rebellion,
we gather ugly wounds, weep words opposition.
fields bare bitter fruit,
tendrils like furrow and root.
Clasped dig nails through skin and through wood,
gouge out the of our parenthood.

Those who would summon to these 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 cower in his penumbra,
the prophetic wore out long ago.
the call is heard, the 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 apostate rife repent.

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

The onus of power in its cradle,
the locks on the brittle, unable.
We the timber, stand over the general.
The jabbering magnate, and devoured.
Dismember! this mantle!
We far too long.
Smelt the chains! Leave unturned!
We far too long.