Luyện nghe bài hát The Infinite And Profane Thrones

As we journey to the summit
We hear the echoes of
Who is to worry about our
When my body from the shame
The wickedness my
You may swell to the fields
But the befall of Marduk trace the literal thruth
The Utuk xul! Holy Fool!
Whereby to capture and atone the soul
The weeping apparition looks for
of being vulgar, then godless ways
Euphony sounds the bell
I structure the ordained spell
Guide the mistress the throne
the first seed of the inquisition
Black lake sailed past the rushes
Dismal will melt the scarlet snow
give my sorrow to the lady in white
'O' pale flower, feel the vein in depth.'
The wanderers of the
The of Ganzir!
The Magnum
The Xenolith!
Monuments of a vanquished
A cenotaph of conjurations
Sempiternity of the of our underworld
Archetypal images the declivity
Infinite and profane
sighs of the damned
Feel the intention by your own god.