Luyện nghe bài hát Bringer of the Sixth Sun

I drank a goblet of

I cut out the tongue
But the sun refused to move

I tore a hole in the web of

The very of life itself
But this flesh refused to burn

a humble vision!
To dwell by the grace of the sun

I gathered the and the stars

In my pouch of planets

The renesance of flesh

Dripping and drooling with universal

going under
In such an idle state of

Sowing the seeds of a new

I am the conqueror in his paradise

Spinning in a garden of lush blooming death
Point at the sun and I will be

And the angels scattered and

be the fundament of my empire

...I still laughed at the end.And admidst all this beauty