Luyện nghe bài hát The Burial

Like fingers claw at the sky,
pylons of a foray.
to look down upon with vacant eyes.
We our willing to strive,
to separate.
A farewell to the of fate,
in graves.
We dig a hole in the earth,
dig it deep to all our guilt.
A trio of - triadic deceit.

The quagmire could whole,
the black of our malady,
we tight of offered hands,
to the flow of defeat.
We the bones cleans of their worth,
whisper nothings into empty warrens,
prayers to revel within,
who has seen days?
We dig a deep in the earth,
dig it deep to all our guilt.
A trio of sarcophagi - deceit.

Zealots silent vigils,
we turn out attention upon axis,
inured with former glory,
we ignore remorse.