Luyện nghe bài hát Crimson Winds

(Lyrics: Stanne)
Force of anger, Mordant senseless
is the Terminus of oneself
Invocate ye of the Left-behinds
Preserve a seat for the weakened
Reserving limpid yet so used
of deceiving hostility
Close now is the threshold of
force of hatred,
fear, darkened spheres
Deprecated existence, of darkness be
for unspeakable actions
Fire sermons to condemn those
Fallen from pride, fallen the manger
Father, lend to me thy wisdom, Thy of old
Now all is
"Pierce the side of the neverending
thereby be it stated in the name of the forgotten
Father of Light, Father of
-I will not to no master of thine!"

Intemperate in the extreme
are twisted, Everfalling
Crescent skies, the wait, The
Eyes unseeing, rearrange
Tears of our running from the runes
Misgivings fall
Excitement stir up the
My Norderland
To reap the fields of and lies
of omission swept away
Never be again
Release of
So Hebulous, yet is the Terminus
of Hatred burn me
Firesoul - Hear me, fool
-Take heed to the twilight
Now to the omniscient twilight
Crimson Winds, Ornaments in the
The weep of pain, Drowned by
by tears of Northerly blood
of force,
Fulfillment of a sombre I know
"Pierce the side of the neverending
thereby be it stated in the name of the forgotten
Father of Light, of Darkness
-I will not to no master of thine!"

Everlasting lust for wisdom and for
Coming of dawn, in the image of flesh
to the world I wander now
Light cast upon this of mysteries
hurts for my tongue is venomous
Unbound yet bound for
Darkness, I your every nerve
now and forevermore