Luyện nghe bài hát The Bethorian Shrine

Bethor - My thou infest,
thy magick my blade,
my sword the black meteor
at the drakest of night.
my gifts!
Bethor - of proud Jupiter,
I to thy black altar-stone.
My legions wait to awake in night
and by thy blessings, shall rise.
thy powers!

I the constellation,
to the ancestral nightsky.
I my spirit in thy shine
as the of thy birth is night.

my cries!!!

Cold-ardent of thine,
thou shall inflame the in me
to all feelings of the heart
and to render back with blood...

shine of thine,
thous awake the powers in me
to the sky at day
and to the stars at night.

And he came, like a mountain-storm,
a cyclone out of the night,
sweeping fiercely into my heart
that I shall to his shrine.

my corpse in the twilight,
while my soul the void,
spill forth my blood and set me free...

And thus, chained to the very
stronger in each fulmoon-night.
And my call the tombs in the moonlight
and they by unseen hands.
spirits blessed by the aura of the comsos
rise forth to fulfill my deeds.
Writhing...

Legions of mine, spectres,
the lands, conquer all thrones.
Let the sun never again
until devours this millennium.
Fire consume all traces I left behind,
but let all who crossed my path in fear:
The will fall to earth,
and they all will be dead, but I never... will be!

War!!!

The force of my thoughts is
and my sword is nourished by
from the time that was when battles
and now this returns.

Bethor - Thy wrath be
and focused by my shape.
The blackness of the reflects
in the of thy shrine.
my gifts!
Bethor - My thou hold in hate
since I thee the gift of my heart.
My is empty, no blood ever flows
but I the vision of my own rebirth.
thy powers!

A Bethorian was the womb
for my soul to remain.
Now the time of is near,
I behold my through shadows
in the of hell...
"And again, the universe will spill blood..."