Luyện nghe bài hát Bestial Summoning

The of continuity for dream and reality.
is dancing his dance of death;
the masks of the me.
This is my ritual that gives the violence.
The fog of the night, the water...
to run the expanse of light.
The mysteries of
that left the more of ten times return to me;
it gives no repose to me and again.
Standing in the forestand the atricities...
all is inside me, and it comes in the dreams.
The shaman dances, the masks are for its demon.
The is in my hand.
The fog... never crawl away.
My words are by the bestial of silence
and in invisible shackle my moves.
The dream it's gush to reality
and the drums louder the rhytm to his dance of death.