Luyện nghe bài hát The Infinite And Profane Thrones

As we over to the summit
We hear the echoes of
Who is to worry about our
my body departs from the shame
The wickedness my
You may to the elysian fields
But the of Marduk will trace the literal thruth
The xul! Wine's Holy Fool!
Whereby to capture and the clouded soul
The weeping looks for duration
Conjectures of vulgar, then godless ways
Euphony the sanctum bell
I structure the ordained spell
the mistress versus the throne
Here's the first seed of the
Black lake current sailed the rushes
heights will melt the scarlet snow
I'll give my to the lady in white
'O' pale flower, you'll the vein in depth.'
The wanderers of the
The of Ganzir!
The Opus
The Xenolith!
Monuments of a vanquished
A cenotaph of theomorphic
Sempiternity of the ones of our
images awaits the declivity
Infinite and thrones
Absymal of the damned
Feel the intention by depressing own god.