Luyện nghe bài hát Lam

Children of technocracy synthetic spirits
Plastic crosses choke perspiring
MAAT - I cast dices, but curtain of future is still closed
Rise! up my Soror, and you, my Father -
High! Towards the stars when the white
Which and melts all false sacrament

Ashes' power equal thousands
structures are like chaos of known
Objectivism is subjective mandala of
- flaming spaces consume ego's order
Kaos Kybernetos

Illumination in the of thousand faces
Gnosis obtained by descending into the of self - knowing
When thunders of ecstasy strike black waves of sea
I swim, float, drift, scream... "Aiwasss"
And barriers of change in legion of escaping bats
L.V.X.