Luyện nghe bài hát In Vengeful Embrace

was an echo, an old sore,
A reflection.
No winds, but cricket
to the trail.
Traces me.
Something across.
Maybe a shadow, a imagery.
A pasture on the left repeals my
no soul had been here before me
As at this of joy appeared
A long lost fiend who to me:

Welcome, brother.
Welcome, traitor.
Welcome, longed-for Intimate.
and atone in vengeful embrace.
In embrace.

I was seized with mere
As at his words I did
A face, a name, my frailty.
A in december snow.
And all turned rampant
Tendrils about my neck.
A mist gathered where would be
And again he did to me Welcome, brother.
Welcome, traitor.
Welcome, longed-for Intimate.
Repent and in vengeful embrace.
In embrace.

She me with her kiss
Bedecked garment in the
for her in fetters sweet
That were meant to release.
December's virgin
A tender touch at
let luster grow in her
At our in conceal.
And she burdened me her kiss
garment in the clear
Yearned for her in fetters
Never to release.
When luster passed her eyes.

Again was this echo,
an old sore wide open,
bewildering reflection.
I did repel, but repented.

Oh brother, traitor.
Ever longed-for
Woe you
For you stole was mine.