Luyện nghe bài hát New Scaring Senses

Drowning in those of smoke
Which summits stand out living roots
I feel them seizing me, me up, devouring me.

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

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

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

Taking us
On we give in
The ranks of the
while those of The novices swell

The truest
in your name.

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