Luyện nghe bài hát Proxima Centauri

[Music: - Lyrics: GroM]

by foreign shores we our way
no of what's beyond
a threat unknown to man
an ancient of prey

through time and we travel on
our curious grow
an dark and frightening place
no man should dare to go

ave aquevale for the towers subside

we unlock unprepared
to the horrors far beyond
as feeble of dust
we linger on and on

our souls will with flames so high
and we will be
for we are strangers
in this of misery

cruched and drained and slayed
our forever scream
and severed, tortured and maimed
with no hope to be

crying no able of dying
a curse no one can
forever and abandoned
our souls burn in hell

liberate tute meex

we hear our cries we our lies
the is due

and fear that which is near
and face the demise demise

so far yet close this hidden
a scythe reaping
a breading unportrayable
will swallow all

we have not the face of death
and is just a word
the truth is far worse and vile
our too absurd

the fatal of no return
now breached beyond

how many must our souls cry
before we learn
we what power is out of reach
until we and burn

a given us
on our home soil
for furious proxima
will shred this coil

shred coil

shred this