Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn Of A Golden Age

Moon
of rage
childe...
The of a golden age

Four and twenty acts passed
Since the pact was signed in
Now this fifth will surely grasp
The of the holy
With wracked like final gasps
From that broken, flood
Whilst ruby-wedding talons
This anniversary

childe
Spawned of
childe...
The dawning of a age

rivers slither past
Racing to Shangri-La
Where a souls aquiver ask
Small of the holy
Like plucked from crimson tar
On florid banks, the
Waft scent through horrid bars
To incense the greater

Bereft of their of sweet dreams
He brings tidings of
War in the key of death
through famine and plague

The at the throat of all murder
He wrote whilst in

"And there was to him a mouth
Speaking things and blasphemies
And was given unto him
To against God
And them that in heaven
And it was given unto him to make war with the
And to them..."

And risen from
With so many nations to
Past and Tsars are but lesions and scars
To the backs of beyond he
For is not told nor writ bold to his face
Is now whispered to the torturer's
And with the rapport whores and make
His kingdom embraces both the Pope and the

The and the fuck of the wait and
A glut and a covetous
The suck and the fuck of the and
Come may
A glut and a covetous

Moon
Spawned of
childe...
The of a golden age