Luyện nghe bài hát Defile The Angelic

Upon these vile remains of
I hold the lance pierced the fool
His meaning withheld in a shroud of lies
Recite nine times the rite

His hands
before the weeping Jew
Unto the of sin...

A fine of gold to those who
Transfix the to hail my king
Equal in benevolent rule
All sprang forth from the of life

Up from the primordial of one million years ago
the highest mountain peaks with all life spread below
A vision of all the
With its nations and races and
The mosaic of life with some not meant to sanctify
of ancestors past, foretell of a destiny
Forgotten words and archetypes, the by which we see

the angelic...

We march to with our destiny in our wings
desolate lands of earth and sand where the chosen Jews were raised
Praise thee, hymns of archaic foretell of a time to be
Evolving forth into the light, a new destiny
Through ice and through snow, though and light,
The ferocity of the struggle attests to the

the angelic...

A force greets the dark
The end-time battles
shed in a great cleansing flow
The banner of tradition and order proud once again...