Luyện nghe bài hát A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding

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

Slight-less
Knee-deep in hate, I
My purpose has woken to breath
Total war on the of men
Millions regardless, dying by my

A black age of
Brief in its vicious
the dross
Love will arise from the ashes of loss

Then and only
Will the pleasure of be mine
And the sinews of life will be tied
In the very of my bloodline
And their tears tasted

I will as a king
And the Goddess sit
As my Queen
In the of the earth
Our crowns are
the jewels of blasphemy

Slight-less
Knee-deep in hate, I
My here has woken to breath
Total war on the of men
Millions regardless, dying by my

Your is the life
Your blood is the

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

my steed in the thick, clinging dust
Tempering weapons of lust
I hold from the East to fulfill prophecies
Thinning the cause as fresh to disease

Your blood is the
blood is the life

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

I kill without scruple or silent
In haunts of the lunar aspect
For I am the pleasure that comes from pain
Tiny red miracles falling like

The incessant walls of surrounds me
But this is not the of me that wishes to breed
There will be no thereafter
The mysteries, I reveal unto

I stir the of the wisest
By the fools, I will be feared
My kingdom off their slaughter
A of passion bleeding
On the reflection of dawn

the sun