Luyện nghe bài hát Darken The Murals

(There they revealed by Men who occupied
the sixth chamber, and the forms of
and were arranged in libraries)

Alas for woe! for woe! -
It is high to see the foe
To know the law does claim your
Alike the mute and helpless
claim you for its very own.

However the shadows grew longer and
As evening - don't go beyond the last house
Your village remindeth me an island in
Of pestilent breeds have been 'gainst us

Ye die
to be sure!
But ye are drowning - ye need no cure
implore
Don't
Ye shalt rot to the core it's too late!
Ye regard this solace as cavalcade...

Of ire and barking at church
There is no to go there without faithful torch
The murals of hers do to see
There is only one way to

the face!
The face of
Come closer to the grace like
it so close...
As ye can...
Imbrue her
The corpse was entwined 'bout by the...
Great asp alike
your funeral... Hih!

Lo, Thou procured her fragrant
Thou debar her insolent folks
And as ye through those mirrors on her walls
There are flit ye about!

What were ye looking
What were ye at?
When this ae had been by you
Had ye expected thing like

Indubitable ae's deep alike
Darken the - do not see the light
Under family vaults
Lay the graves... Let their prisoners rise!

eyne's dry...
More so thine
Dauber of murals that shalt never
Solemn which nane wilt ever see
Thy art is the way to
Hath anyone e'er thy legacy?

Do not crepitate!
anthem is swimming so slowly...
It's by them
By the do rule everywhere
Can ye
I ye should give it a try!

dark
Decrease the
Shall ye fly towards the dawn o' total
red and feculent sky
Why ye never read my rhyme?
But anyhow... ye should it a try!

Abysm provideth thy
mirrors on her walls
Thou shalt acquire their back
If thou believe - fall adown and break thy neck

For the of evil
For the of... I don't care
Why do ye try to attain "famine of yours" so ye acquire your pain

Mortals! Why was your quest so then?
If ye might have seen gift would be sent down...
E'en my sight was aghast that shining nail
Was pierced through the chest of the mass... knife alike
If ye e'er want to see - do not look for eyes. -
And then - in days of yore - ye may to and fro:
Care of mine be taken by ME: say FAREWELL

...to be continued...