Luyện nghe bài hát Crimson Winds

(Lyrics: Stanne)
Force of anger, senseless wrath
is the Terminus of oneself
Invocate ye lord of the
a seat for the weakened minds
Reserving that yet so used
Veil of hostility
Close now is the threshold of
Neverending of hatred,
fear, darkened spheres
Deprecated existence, Manifest of be
Manifest for actions
Fire sermons to condemn fallen
from pride, fallen from the manger
Father, to me thy wisdom, Thy wisdom of old
Now all is
"Pierce the side of the blindness
Then thereby be it in the name of the forgotten
Father of Light, Father of
-I will not implore to no of thine!"

Intemperate in the extreme
Forms are twisted,
skies, the wait, The calling
Eyes unseeing, Stars
of our blood running from the runes
Misgivings fall
stir up the spheres
My sweet
To reap the fields of and lies
Trails of omission swept
Never be found
of agony
So Hebulous, yet is the Terminus
Flames of Hatred me
Firesoul - Hear me, Blinded
-Take heed to the forgotten
Now kneel to the omniscient
Crimson Winds, Ornaments in the
The of pain, Drowned by tears
by tears of Northerly blood
of force,
Fulfillment of a sombre I know
"Pierce the of the neverending blindness
Then thereby be it stated in the of the forgotten
of Light, Father of Darkness
-I not implore to no master of thine!"

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