Luyện nghe bài hát A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding

Spells lay daggers me
Passion speaks in grue stabs
Trance my eyes, fix my focus to
The grows until the enemy is slain

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

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

and only then
Will the pleasure of be mine
And the sinews of life itself will be
In the veins of my bloodline
And their tasted sweet

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

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

Your blood is the
Your is the life

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

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

Your blood is the
Your blood is the

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

I kill without scruple or regret
In haunts of the sinister lunar
For I am the pleasure comes from your pain
Tiny red miracles falling rain

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

I the hearts 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