Luyện nghe bài hát A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding

Spells lay before me
speaks in grue vehement stabs
Trance my eyes, fix my to pain
The grows until the enemy is slain

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

A black age of
in its vicious eloquence
Removing the
will arise from the ashes of your loss

Then and then
Will the pleasure of Eden be
And the sinews of life itself be tied
In the veins of my bloodline
And their tears sweet

I will rule as a
And the Goddess sit
As my guiding
In the glory of the
Our crowns are
With the jewels of

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

blood is the life
Your is the life

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

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

blood is the life
Your blood is the

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

I kill scruple or silent regret
In haunts of the sinister aspect
For I am the pleasure that comes from your
Tiny red falling like rain

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

I stir the of the wisest
By the fools, I always be feared
My feeds off their slaughter
A crescendo of passion
On the reflection of dawn

the sun