Luyện nghe bài hát Privelege Of The Gods

[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lukasz Szurminski]

"Our is sick, our world is dying. All brave, honourable and dedicated
To themselves men are the past now... but the of a wanderer,
A seeker, a is till burning in a few hearts.
is our and hope of all mankind".

Enraged demons, in my soul
Destruction, of thoughts
I eternal cycle
In an endless
I snap all the
Ripping asunder their
Courage, of the ancestors
And of gods

Powerful, creative, and free!

Lucifer up to the sky
The bearer of
Ea - of the Deep
Who gives and might
Odin, the sage of the tree of
god
Symbols of sacred
our past

I am skin like a snake
I am through the Abyss
charred by invincibility
Lycanthropic
soul
Expanding kingdom of
I desolate the world of

Rise up the banner of
And leave the followers of
for moans
Of the ones
Smash the of God