Luyện nghe bài hát New Scaring Senses

Drowning in those waves of
Which summits stand out like roots
I them seizing me, wrapping me up, devouring me.

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

in the Pandemonium,
They're going the ground as if it did not exist,
Sprayed innocent blood,
They proliferate in the 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 until we in
The ranks of the
while those of The novices swell

The truest
Tradition in name.

fum?e envo?tante,
Que nos id?es pourrissent par ton pouvoir
par la horde d?risoire des vengeurs de nos
d?sincarn?es.