Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Melancholy's State: A Poetic Suicide in the Name of Loucyfer

In the land,
In the land,
In the sado-land,
In the land,
In the land,
In the land

see immortal angels in majestic flights
And the swords be in the air,
See nereids be raised of the sea's foams,
the dramatic, distant and taciturn howls of the wolves

See Medusa smiling in front of foolish men,
trembling and moribund voices
And the wisdom of the ancient
the divine unconsciousness
Listening whispers...

...Of a melancholy's state

the coldness of the serenity,
Feel the crossing your soul
And the sweet smell of wines in the taverns

In a poetic suicide in the of Loucyfer,
From the gates of Langsuyar, the is the war

The is the war