Luyện nghe bài hát Woundwort

At the of our nation the cornea dies.
out dissension a barrage of cries.
Written in looks and rebellion,
we gather these ugly wounds, words opposition.
Tilled fields bitter fruit,
tendrils like needles and root.
hands dig nails through skin and through wood,
gouge out the of our parenthood.

Those who summon to court these assumptions,
to cut out the blemish of the 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 repugnance wore out ago.
the is heard, the word is given,
the throng descends his eminence.
offerings, he weeps in his woe.
The walls of his rock to an fro.
We will come knocking baited breath,
the of the apostate rife with repent.

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

The onus of shifts in its cradle,
the locks on the brittle, unable.
We splinter the timber, over the general.
The jabbering magnate, and devoured.
Dismember! this mantle!
We far too long.
Smelt the chains! nothing unturned!
We far too long.