Luyện nghe bài hát Mortiferum Or Ptomaine Malaise

I have far beyond the pale
The sun eclipsed and bound
with absinthe, a muse I sought
From apparitions as pleasant deliverers

They the moon In echelon
The souls, Seeking the spirit

For ointments eerie secretions
Extracted from your departed
Overwhelming malady, peculiar
Quis est qui venit?

was music...religious
In a dark place where birds fly
Dark, ropy liquid, the potential
the blood! OFFER THE BLOOD!

A current pulls
Cataclysmic forces enhance the
I become the and
to the universe:

The wise one, star namer, decreeing the
Apostate, Destroyer, the poles, seed of rebellion
Warrior, Sun-king, the power, triumph of Sol
Nature transformed is the goal

Yet, Reignes and
and fall Mortiferum, Mortiferum...