Luyện nghe bài hát White Worms

It's almost
The clouds are streaked with
And the moon is
Banish your

There is no
lurks in silence
By this of power
Your sins must

has come before
And perpetually
Is on way
Cherish each

dark surroundings
Ill lit by beacons
A car approaches
With two men it

the right temptation
Murder needs to
The man shotgun
Has just his own son

To nurture the white

and isolated
The woodframe stands vacant
that once lived here
Can no longer be

And yet all are
Well fed and white
In the mound of earth
That sits by the road

His features inexpressive
He flings his son's blonde head upon the
last act earns him his metamorphosis
For he who built the is at the wheel

To nurture the white

souls, though larval
With sin can mutate
something dreadful
Before dawn, pupate
And feed on
Nourished by more you
To someday the aether
In evolution

The is hell
With windows all agape
Through these come some
And they have wings

Fear is forever, the
To goad the rest of
acts of pervert nature
And bring out the in all of us