Luyện nghe bài hát New Scaring Senses

Drowning in waves of smoke
Which summits stand out like living
I feel them me, wrapping me up, devouring me.

Here. come, on and on,
like plants born of satanic

in the Pandemonium,
They're through the ground as if it did not exist,
with innocent blood,
They in the void of subconscious.

As of us are still resisting
Your strategy and liquefying,
You blend in the red fluid,
our senses, creating new ones, unknown and
scaring,

Taking us
On until we in
The of the ancients
Decrease while of The novices swell

The forbidden
Tradition in name.

Blanche envo?tante,
Que nos id?es pourrissent par ton intense
Combattue par la horde des vengeurs de nos
d?sincarn?es.