Luyện nghe bài hát Defile The Angelic

Upon vile remains of Christ
I hold the lance that the fool
His true withheld in a shroud of lies
nine times the antique rite

His majestic
Poised the weeping Jew
the veil of sin...

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

Up from the swamps of one million years ago
Unto the highest mountain peaks with all life spread
A vision of all the
With its and races and tribes
The of human 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 divinity our destiny in our wings
Over desolate lands of earth and sand where the Jews were raised
thee, hymns of archaic lore foretell of a time to be
Evolving forth into the light, forging a new
Through ice and through snow, though and light,
The of the struggle attests to the might

the angelic...

A vibrant greets the dark
The battles commence
Blood in a great cleansing flow
The banner of and order stands proud once again...