Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic's Age

Soiled hands of work, to pit a Fall
hands upon the coffers of the Old World
Ghosts of Men, history
Red ink, from the well of

to drip from the Traitors Tongues
Waging a War between the Crimson
The Old Heart of the
Divided, poisoned, for the fall

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

So, who the Grace of Fallen Empires?
to the Ruination of Majesty
He who inherits the Crown of ill will
The of those deemed Righteous Men

The Gauntlet thrown, The tossed
By Statute, by Law, by Divine
Impositions as to the fire
The Old Heart is beating, Ancient Blood

[A history passed through generations, through 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 from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the Blood of our Ancestors to pass judgement...]