Luyện nghe bài hát The Incandescent March

This must end right now
How can we still at the stars
How can we to the sun
My friends, my men, the end
Our luminous gladius swords will be our

The cry of the wings
The crack of the burning
To the ones who were slaves
shall kill them and dig their graves
I swear I'll again
in this very war
The of the dancing flames

The of the fallen star
I swear I'll rise
Lucifer in this war
The parade of the dancing

The laughable dimension of a tragedy
The miserable scum erodes the rock of destiny

(These woods burn from a blaze
Which in the heart of a thousand eyes)

We'll tread upon mountain
From this place we Inferno

The primitive of a tyrannic group of cowards
Will never rule on pure and fragile place we call earth
The of slavery must end right now
time of tyranny must be the last
We crush the weaver, he will taste the bitter
And on this fortress we call Heaven
He will taste the anger of the we are
We will sit on throne
And the god, the exiled one
Will rest in a we call Inferno
We sit on this throne
We will sit on this
We will sit on this
We will sit on this