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

Just see immortal angels in majestic
And the be torn in the air,
See hideous nereids be raised of the foams,
the dramatic, distant and taciturn howls of the wolves

See smiling in front of petrified foolish men,
Hear trembling and moribund
And the wisdom of the ancient
It's the divine
Listening whispers...

...Of a deep state

the coldness of the serenity,
Feel the winds crossing soul
And the smell of wines perfumed in the taverns

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

The is the war