Luyện nghe bài hát The Infinite And Profane Thrones

As we over to the summit
We the echoes of dispossession
Who is to worry about our
When my departs from the shame
The my sinfullness
You may to the elysian fields
But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal
The Utuk xul! Holy Fool!
Whereby to and atone the clouded soul
The weeping apparition for duration
of being vulgar, then godless ways
Euphony the sanctum bell
I will structure the ordained
Guide the mistress versus the
Here's the first seed of the
Black current sailed past the rushes
Dismal heights will the scarlet snow
I'll give my to the lady in white
'O' flower, you'll feel the vein in depth.'
The of the eroded
The of Ganzir!
The Opus
The Xenolith!
of a vanquished civilization
A cenotaph of conjurations
Sempiternity of the ones of our
images awaits the declivity
Infinite and profane
sighs of the damned
Feel the intention by depressing own god.