Luyện nghe bài hát Mortiferum Or Ptomaine Malaise

I have gone far the pale
The invincible sun and bound
Languid with absinthe, a muse I
From Demonic as pleasant deliverers

They ride the moon In
The souls, Seeking the spirit

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

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

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

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

Yet, Reignes and
Crumble and Mortiferum, Mortiferum...