Luyện nghe bài hát Council of Wolves

Weaving spiders come not here O tempora O mores behind the of trickery
these faceless souls their mind control leaving nothing to chance
they guide a world of impotence they watch us all they watch us all who re
and why have they formed to mindless nations who now have no control
leaders know the coin to be made and everyday becometh to slaves they
will not halt they will never be satisfied insolence impotence this will
never cease this empire is near completion and their ideas are our own
power receive from the countless nations who have deceived rise oh ancient
one rise my bohemian son show us your will at the days of darkness are
upon us the days are closing in leaders leading to slaughter fear in
every heart and mind fro the of this sacro-sanct sanctuary you will
face resistance a sting so lethal making hairs stand one end
from the skin to bone.