Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of False Gods

(Part 1: The Circle)

You truly have no purpose to why
As frail truth breeds slaves to a lie
Falsehood stitched to a shroud of
Daily molding nightmarish conceptions
Creation is as as stagnation and decay
Celestial rape breeds new every day.
You self-sustaining hordes of
and bathe in deceit and defeat.

It seems your mortal failed to realize...
We are no more alive the sands of time -
The of False Gods.

God-flesh obscures the future
Warming the secret of nascent abominations

You cannot comprehend the depths of our
This day marks the age of your own
Supernal and fetid we in your eyes
Our hunger shall arise with your reprise
A cynical age to away vestigial faiths
Madmen call to darkness, their will to
In this Feast we will see to your
We lick your clean and leave the lands in desolation.

(Part II: The Unveiled)

We the oppression of ash and steel
Sandstorms and pestilence
The of sorrows blazed in fear
Clairvoyance! the End Times!
I am the Scarab
Herald of eyes
far beyond this seal of lies
The Old Ones arise!

the strongest of men plead to the skies;
This earth will be in the sands of time.

And with strange eons, even may die
All shall bear witness to the of the divine.

Mortals flee in terror as gods encroach;
Monsters such as these never meant to be seen.

Frail, mortals would do well to flee.
Now the darkest of prophecies.

As shockwaves ravage the of the earth
The subterranean horrors
Forgotten citadels amongst the raging waves...

As cities burn, by a star of solar flame
A living pyre dances upon the and scattered corpses...

Now the path is to dreamscapes and from far beyond the stars
The rift gives way and the Astral Harvest can at long last begin.