Luyện nghe bài hát Mould In A Breed

(Chapter 1 - Propagation)
Beneath the earth...
Under the seas...
Underworld reign in below!
In a realm lies a race?
beings roam within...
The fertile of...existence.
Their approach assault the sources...
The valley torn by the beasts!
The wilderness life retrieved from their vitality.
For aeons...the has been drained.
Misused selfishness of the resources!
Mightiest thoughts?...wish an control.
developed this 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 part of the race,
the winged ones...
Downward disastered fear...
The valley has been with death, in it's existence.
The foul stench of steel, rusted the life...
The domain's loosing their colors, fading from fear...
fungus sets in the valley of purity...
By bruising the above...deep below the world!
Underneath!
A hopeless obscured by thousand shadows...
Crushed by the winged masters...
They...who simultaneously themselves!
To their everlasting underworld...
The essence of the existence to immortal destruction...
The exploitation of the infinite 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.
stay like a being...
You'll suffer yourselves...
With new replenished energy!
decompose all power in reign...
Reversed on my soul...
Your bright plunged of doom!
...Doom!
Gargoyles falling ones, flying for the clouds....
Above...below, smash retreat deep in their of ills...
...Gargoyles lying ones, dying on the ground...
Below...rise, above the clouds, the feels...
* - { "Vest - tas " = "Quest", from the Gargish language...} -
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