Luyện nghe bài hát Mortiferum Or Ptomaine Malaise

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

They ride the moon In
The struggling souls, the spirit

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

was music...religious
In a dark place where wrong fly
Dark, liquid, entrap the potential
Offer the blood! THE BLOOD!

A current pulls
Cataclysmic enhance the view
I the Dead and
Declare to the

The wise one, star namer, decreeing the
Apostate, Destroyer, dividing the poles, seed of
Warrior, Sun-king, providing the power, of Sol
transformed is the manifest goal

Yet, and Kingdomes
Crumble and Mortiferum, Mortiferum...