Luyện nghe bài hát Mould In A Breed

(Chapter 1 - Propagation)
the dark earth...
Under the seas...
reign in ground below!
In a promised realm lies a
Gargoyle roam within...
The valley of...existence.
Their approach assault the sources...
The valley by the masterful beasts!
The wilderness potential retrieved from their vitality.
For aeons...the has been drained.
selfishness of the center's resources!
Mightiest thoughts?...wish an control.
developed this new energy.
That to be a malformation...
Among spreads...the winged gargoyles.
I POWER...one of them said!
*" I TAS..."*
He speaks for kind.
The part of the race,
the winged ones...
Downward disastered fear...
The valley has marked with death, in it's existence.
The foul of steel, rusted the nature's life...
The domain's virtues loosing their colors, from fear...
Their fungus sets in the of purity...
By bruising the clouds above...deep the world!
Underneath!
A hopeless mass by thousand shadows...
Crushed by the winged masters...
They...who banish themselves!
To raze their underworld...
The essence of the existence wasted to destruction...
The of the infinite well of resources?
...Dying, but closing upon the gargoyles...
Sealing them...in their earth...
earthworld!
The claim of the valley...the Life.
DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! Dead.
You'll like a being...
You'll among yourselves...
With new replenished energy!
decompose all power in reign...
Reversed on my soul...
Your plunged world of doom!
...Doom!
Gargoyles winged ones, flying for the clouds....
Above...below, smash retreat deep in well of ills...
...Gargoyles small ones, dying on the ground...
Below...rise, above the clouds, the feels...
* - { "Vest - tas " = "Quest", taken from the language...} -
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