Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic's Age

Soiled hands of work, to pit a Nations
Skeletal hands the coffers of the Old World
Ghosts of Men, history
Red ink, from the of Martyrdom

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

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

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

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

[A history passed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood 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...]