Luyện nghe bài hát Council of Wolves

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