Luyện nghe bài hát A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding

Spells lay daggers me
speaks in grue vehement stabs
Trance my eyes, fix my to pain
The tumor 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 age of fire
in its vicious eloquence
Removing the
Love arise from the ashes of your loss

Then and then
Will the pleasure of be mine
And the sinews of life itself be tied
In the very of my bloodline
And their tasted sweet

I rule 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 purpose has woken to breath
war on the brethren of men
Millions regardless, dying by my

blood is the life
Your blood is the

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

Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging
weapons of criminal lust
I sway from the East to fulfill prophecies
Thinning the cause as cells to disease

blood is the life
Your blood is the

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

I kill without scruple or regret
In haunts of the sinister aspect
For I am the pleasure that comes from pain
Tiny red miracles like rain

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

I stir the of the wisest
By the fools, I will always be
My kingdom feeds off slaughter
A of passion bleeding
On the pale reflection of

the sun