Luyện nghe bài hát Rituals Sceptrus (Mystery, Prophetical part 1)

Crucified
Are in the mist
Their weeping's like a
And are waiting
By the
For the night to

from the abyss
Do not us
Do not let the sound

as a pearl
Pick the fruits
And of delicious taste
So the makes
The shrub lie fighter
On the head

Wake lips up
Wake arms up
a lost soul when praying
Give the
The sceptre of

The
dreams
Without
On their
overwhelms the darkness
Priests their eyes
burning crosses
Priests angrily
Are the weeping
The
Prayer in
The
for blood

And the death of
his voice
To the sky
And the demented
Is crying, tears all
hands that tear
Throats to
Sa that they won't sound