Luyện nghe bài hát Proxima Centauri

[Music: Aphazel - GroM]

by foreign we tread our way
no clue of what's
a lurking threat to man
an ancient force of

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

ave aquevale for the neptune subside

we doors unprepared
to face the far beyond
as feeble speaks of
we boldly on and on

our will burn with flames so high
and we will be
for we are merely
in this of misery

cruched and drained and slayed
our forever scream
engulfed and severed, and maimed
with no to be free

anghuishly crying no of dying
a curse no one can
standed and abandoned
our will burn in hell

liberate tute infernis

we our cries we know our lies
the is due

beware and that which is near
and the world's demise demise

so far yet this hidden evil
a scythe souls
a breading unportrayable
will all mankind

we have not seen the of death
and hell is just a
the truth is far much worse and
our existence too

the fatal of no return
now breached beyond

how many times our souls cry
before we learn
we face what power is out of
we crash and burn

a warning's us
on our home soil
for furious proxima
will shred mortal coil

this coil

shred this