Luyện nghe bài hát Cataract

Death is callous, strange and
A pious, indignant, glutton
hands are soft, warm, inviting
Whose desperate seem useless fighting
Whose ragged tooth should rip flesh
Which marinates in rancid
How quick one turns to a violent
When remains where courage left
No guiding to lead the way
rot declining to decay

The would-be hangman its head
To find its not quite dead
But rising now from beneath the
A driving force cuts through the

Strike the heart, cut to the quick
With no remorse it's
crippling blows to the body and head
Drip by drip until finally bled out

One defines a lifetime
No one recalls the or the climb
Or the legs that take the first two steps
Or the moment the lungs decide to breath

The darkness to life
Underneath its cloak beat the red eyes
Whose haunting stare leaves one

This is the from which one never awakes
Laughing at the feeble whose whole shakes
Who pounce the weakness and the past mistakes
Whose hands grip the heart and the heartbreak
So from the heart, cut to core
only the sinew washed up on the shore
Sever the head of the with the crown
back down
(Back down)
Never down

And as the breaks through the darkest night
It the victor dressed in white
Rising now from the gallows
A force cuts through the shadows