Luyện nghe bài hát Mould In A Breed

(Chapter 1 - Propagation)
Beneath the earth...
Under the seas...
reign in ground below!
In a promised realm a race?
Gargoyle roam within...
The valley of...existence.
Their colonizing approach the sources...
The valley torn by the beasts!
The wilderness life potential retrieved 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 their fear...
The valley has been marked with death, in existence.
The stench of steel, rusted the nature's life...
The domain's virtues loosing their colors, fading fear...
Their fungus in the valley of purity...
By bruising the clouds above...deep the world!
Underneath!
A hopeless mass obscured by shadows...
by the ruling winged masters...
They...who simultaneously themselves!
To raze everlasting underworld...
The of the existence wasted to immortal destruction...
The of the infinite well of resources?
...Dying, but closing itself the gargoyles...
them...in their proper earth...
earthworld!
The claim of the valley...the Life.
DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! Dead.
You'll like a being...
You'll suffer yourselves...
your new replenished energy!
You'll all power in reign...
effect on my soul...
Your bright world of doom!
...Doom!
Gargoyles falling ones, flying for the clouds....
Above...below, smash retreat deep in their of ills...
...Gargoyles small ones, dying on the ground...
Below...rise, the clouds, the valley feels...
* - { "Vest - tas " = "Quest", from the Gargish language...} -
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