Luyện nghe bài hát Crimson Winds

(Lyrics: Stanne)
Force of anger, Mordant senseless
Manifold is the Terminus of
Invocate ye of the Left-behinds
a seat for the weakened minds
Reserving that limpid yet so
of deceiving hostility
Close now is the threshold of
Neverending of hatred,
fear, them spheres
existence, Manifest of darkness be
Manifest for unspeakable
Fire sermons to those fallen
Fallen from pride, fallen the manger
Father, to me thy wisdom, Thy wisdom of old
Now all is
"Pierce the of the neverending blindness
Then thereby be it stated in the of the forgotten
Father of Light, Father of
-I not implore to no master of thine!"

Intemperate in the extreme
are twisted, Everfalling
Crescent skies, the wait, The
Eyes unseeing, Stars
of our blood running from the runes
Misgivings silent
Excitement up the spheres
My Norderland
To reap the of ignorance and lies
Trails of omission swept
be found again
Release of
So Hebulous, yet ominous is the
Flames of burn me
Firesoul - Hear me, fool
-Take heed to the twilight
Now to the omniscient twilight
Winds, Ornaments in the dark
The weep of pain, Drowned by
Drowned by tears of Northerly
of force,
Fulfillment of a ordeal I know
"Pierce the side of the neverending
Then be it stated in the name of the forgotten
Father of Light, Father of
-I not implore to no master of thine!"

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