Luyện nghe bài hát The Infinite And Profane Thrones

As we journey over to the
We hear the echoes of
Who is to about our affliction
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 Utuk xul! Holy Fool!
Whereby to capture and the clouded soul
The weeping apparition for duration
of being vulgar, then godless ways
Euphony sounds the sanctum
I will the ordained spell
Guide the mistress the throne
the first seed of the inquisition
Black lake sailed past the rushes
heights will melt the scarlet snow
I'll give my sorrow to the lady in
'O' flower, you'll feel the vein in depth.'
The wanderers of the
The of Ganzir!
The Opus
The Xenolith!
Monuments of a civilization
A cenotaph of theomorphic
of the ones of our underworld
Archetypal awaits the declivity
Infinite and profane
sighs of the damned
Feel the intention by your own god.