Luyện nghe bài hát The Chasm

Born of disharmonic
of the deep
Torn by phantom pains
In veiled, our tomb

A language dead and
from its sleep
The flower
This of doom

As we open the
The sleepless, void
From the of poisonous coldness
Starving and blind, storm

Crowned unimagined death
Encircled, siege
The black impious
Where no reach

The rage of our revolution
As we drown in these
Blasphemous,
Manifested these walls

As we open the
The sleepless, ravenous
From the of poisonous coldness
and blind, they storm

Crowned unimagined death
Encircled, under
The black gulfs
Where no dreams

of shapeless dreams
Abysmal fevered
(Prismatic distortions)
of shapeless dreams
(Prismatic distortions)

Crowned with unimagined
(Abysmal seas)
Encircled, under
The black gulfs
(Culture of dreams)
Where no reach