Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic's Age

Soiled hands of work, to pit a Nations
Skeletal upon the coffers of the Old World
Ghosts of Men, re-writing
Red ink, the well of Martyrdom

Words to from the Traitors Tongues
Waging a War between the lines
The Old of the Earth
Divided, poisoned, ready for the

Men, made to wear the Devils Mask
The for a New Age
words will bear the Fruit of Flesh
(Today's Innocence),
Tomorrows Finger on the

So, who Heralds the of Fallen Empires?
to the Ruination of Majesty
He who inherits the Dark of ill will
The Scorn of deemed Righteous Men

The thrown, The Baton tossed
By Statute, by Law, by Decree
Impositions as Kindling to the
The Old Heart is beating, with Ancient

[A history passed through generations, the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the Blood of our Ancestors to pass judgement...]