Luyện nghe bài hát Final Battle (Ode To The Art Of Self Destruction, Part # 2)

[Thus speak:]
Bright twilight twinkled silver,
The seemed to be filled with warmth.
It was no for us
As we dissolved in sorrow.
(Light is itself.)

rising towards massive dark,
Nor the darkness
Shows us as the light itself.

and agony:]
We used to ride the night
When we were submerged in the smoke of powers.
Their seem to twinkle in silver light.
The gave us mist and flowers..
(Light is itself.)

In this sticky of your hands,
We dressed our souls in of the
and lights.
And while our songs
the human race,
Our voices in the
Flash of did blaze.
So a bird built a in our skies,
And your became our roof..
As we know our mother, you her,
Only to remain the of her beauty.

So we prepared for the battle
When nature itself turned man.
In those of self determination;
We sing an ode to the art of destruction.

Full-moon towards massive dark,
Nor the darkness
Shows us as the light itself.

And the hills were burned to our bodies old,
So and again the moon grows cold.
We so little and yet too much,
But the evenings are as beauty as dawn of birth.
(Light is itself.)

Full-moon towards massive dark,
Nor the darkness
Shows us as the light itself
the wholeness of darkness.
The true of black-end,
Shows itself by the of tide.