Luyện nghe bài hát The Golden Horns of Darash

All ysop burnt, all fruits are
Zaddik failed and lost,
The lambs are banished, the is soiled
March on white ruin, host

So come forth, of the triple number
Rise, oh of DEATH, DEATH and DEATH
Burn this vermin in its most deep slumber
And to all of Sheob, give the sulphur

Blacken all their colours
And freeze to their charity warmth
Smear our sin to their most pure
And them all to the cross!!!

For they live to die, we die to
Our is their end!
they fall with twelve, we rise with seven
So wake the astral by Thy pale hand!!!

All ysop burnt, all fruits are
Adonai and Elohim lost
The lambs are slaughtered, our temple golden
on your ruin, seraphic host ...

And my tongue speaks ancient
psalms above the flames
My heart pumps but into my veins
My puls runs slow, too slow for
For that tie me down to earth
For chains that keep up organic curse

...for I see horns...
...golden horns...
...for I see horns...
...HORNS!!!!!!!...