Luyện nghe bài hát Crimson Winds

(Lyrics: Stanne)
Force of anger, Mordant wrath
Manifold is the of oneself
ye lord of the Left-behinds
Preserve a for the weakened minds
Reserving limpid yet so used
Veil of hostility
Close now is the of insanity
Neverending of hatred,
fear, darkened spheres
existence, Manifest of darkness be
Manifest for actions
sermons to condemn 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
thereby be it stated in the name of the forgotten
Father of Light, Father of
-I will not implore to no of thine!"

Intemperate malice in the
Forms are twisted,
Crescent skies, the wait, The
Eyes unseeing, Stars
Tears of our blood running the runes
Misgivings fall
stir up the spheres
My Norderland
To reap the of ignorance and lies
Trails of swept away
be found again
of agony
So Hebulous, yet is the Terminus
Flames of Hatred me
- Hear me, Blinded fool
-Take heed to the twilight
Now kneel to the omniscient
Crimson Winds, Ornaments in the
The of pain, Drowned by tears
Drowned by tears of Northerly
of force,
Fulfillment of a sombre I know
"Pierce the side of the neverending
Then thereby be it stated in the of the forgotten
Father of Light, of Darkness
-I not implore to no master of thine!"

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