Luyện nghe bài hát Seeds Of The Desolate

Shifting silent
of seething thoughts
Amuck in shallow
not of solid
Silhouette
of cascading shattered
Confusing conscience
but we must not ...
At the first of light
We the once closed door
A gaping to that beyond
men should go no more
Descending stairs of icy
by man himself
We these frigid cavern halls
Where limbonic lives have

The seeds of the
in the blood of ourselves
The seeds of the
Have we failed?
We stepped into that swallowing
Exchanging for death
Descending ever intent
Taking life from our man
I speak to forms in moving mass
To men intent awry
To solid of Earthen mind
Whose equals mine