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

[Thus they
Bright twinkled like silver,
The world to be filled with warmth.
It was no for us
As we dissolved in sorrow.
(Light is itself.)

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

[Sorrow and
We used to ride the night
When we submerged in the smoke of your powers.
Their souls seem to twinkle in light.
The skies gave us and flowers..
(Light is itself.)

In this sticky swampiness of hands,
We dressed our souls in of the
and lights.
And our songs cried
the human race,
Our tired in the
Flash of did blaze.
So a built a nest in our skies,
And your smoke our roof..
As we our mother, you destroyed her,
Only to the ruins of her beauty.

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

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

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

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