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

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

Come from the
Do not us
Do not let the sound

Just as a
the satiating fruits
And dies of delicious
So the mist
The thorny lie fighter
On the crucified

Wake lips up
Wake your up
Like a lost soul praying
the sceptre
The sceptre of

The
dreams
Without
On their
Lament the darkness
Priests their eyes
burning crosses
Priests look
Are the prayer
The
in blood
The
for blood

And the of them
Turned his
To the sky
And the riff-raff
Is crying, all around
Unchained hands that
to pieces
Sa that they sound again