Luyện nghe bài hát Mould In A Breed

(Chapter 1 - Propagation)
the dark earth...
Under the seas...
Underworld in ground below!
In a realm lies a race?
beings roam within...
The fertile of...existence.
Their colonizing approach the sources...
The torn by the masterful beasts!
The wilderness life potential retrieved their vitality.
For aeons...the force has drained.
Misused selfishness of the resources!
thoughts?...wish an ultimate control.
They developed new energy.
That to be a malformation...
them spreads...the winged gargoyles.
I KNOW POWER...one of said!
*" I TAS..."*
He speaks for kind.
The unawaken of the race,
Followed the 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, from fear...
Their fungus sets in the of purity...
By the clouds above...deep below the world!
Underneath!
A hopeless mass by thousand shadows...
by the ruling winged masters...
They...who banish themselves!
To raze everlasting underworld...
The essence of the existence to immortal destruction...
The of the infinite well of resources?
...Dying, but closing itself the gargoyles...
Sealing them...in proper earth...
earthworld!
The claim of the valley...the Life.
DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! Dead.
You'll stay a being...
suffer among yourselves...
With new replenished energy!
You'll all power in reign...
Reversed on my soul...
bright plunged world of doom!
...Doom!
Gargoyles winged ones, flying for the clouds....
Above...below, retreat deep in their well of ills...
...Gargoyles lying ones, dying on the ground...
Below...rise, the clouds, the valley feels...
* - { "Vest - tas " = "Quest", from the Gargish language...} -
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