Luyện nghe bài hát Seeds Of The Desolate

Shifting shades
of seething abroad
Amuck in shallow
not of Earth
Silhouette
of shattered walls
conscience craves
but we not fall ...
At the first of light
We the once closed door
A gaping hole to that
Where men should go no
Descending of icy stone
by man himself
We built these frigid halls
Where lives have crept

The of the desolate
in the blood of ourselves
The of the desolate
Have we forever
We stepped into that void
life for death
Descending ever intent
Taking life from our man
I speak to fragile in moving mass
To men with awry
To forms of Earthen mind
Whose burden equals