Luyện nghe bài hát A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding

Spells lay before me
Passion speaks in grue vehement
my eyes, fix my focus to pain
The tumor grows the enemy is slain

storm
Knee-deep in hate, I
My purpose has woken to breath
war on the brethren of men
Millions regardless, by my hand

A age of fire
in its vicious eloquence
Removing the
Love will arise from the ashes of your

Then and then
the pleasure of Eden be mine
And the sinews of itself will be tied
In the veins of my bloodline
And their tears tasted

I will rule as a
And the will sit
As my Queen
In the glory of the
Our crowns are
the jewels of blasphemy

Slight-less
in hate, I seethe
My purpose here has to breath
war on the brethren of men
Millions regardless, dying by my

Your is the life
Your is the life

I to evoke a new order in Man
A flood of compulsion to resurrect
The lion is vexed to uproot and

Chaos my in the thick, clinging dust
Tempering weapons of criminal
I hold sway from the East to prophecies
Thinning the cause as fresh cells to

Your blood is the
Your blood is the

Even the moon, will not lend thee her
The darkness serves to snuff out human life
That I might reclaim the as my right

I without scruple or silent regret
In haunts of the sinister lunar
For I am the pleasure that comes from pain
Tiny red falling like rain

The incessant walls of death me
But this is not the part of me wishes to breed
There will be no thereafter
The mysteries, I unto thee

I the hearts of the wisest
By the fools, I will be feared
My feeds off their slaughter
A crescendo of bleeding
On the pale reflection of

the sun