Luyện nghe bài hát The Burning Season

Bring the
and children me
Let us make of their blood
for me...I wish it so
and streams meet such rivers
and seaward they flow

See the scattered
their precious skulls
See the come in
as to meet their bone
A grotesque
a crimson sky...a seasons birth

We'll drown the like unwanted dogs
and them to their desperate gods
We'll take a needle, to the arm of the
For it is our

We'll burn the temples, of the
Rend as ashes, to the four winds
As ashes... to the winds
The winds of a new