Luyện nghe bài hát Misanthrope Necromancer

Travelling asa among the dead
The world's as sole home
As opens his way through the Styx
From beyond, I the keys

After traversing the "Tnbres"
Purgatory's surrounding folded behind me
Hope's in one place to scrutinize
The paradise of my God, where Jesus sits by thy

I am the Necromancer
Coroner of the unjust
I am the Necromancer
of the unjust death

Thine own voice in a wisper
Is it you "S.A.S de L'Argilre"
In an "yes" I fervently
And St Pierre's fingers for me "les portes du paradis"

A light invades the place
His shriveled arms my hair
Jean Paptisque called Molire
In a pure gather... together

to light his body
Offers him as present a birth

I am the Necromancer
of the unjust death
Searching the corpses
mortal remains
Bringing to light is
Offers him as present a birth

And will recover a wise harmony
The human lives in his smooth

I am the Misanthrope
To set out sharing with others
Been back on earth all men
And Molire will recover a harmony
The lives in his smooth misanthropy