Luyện nghe bài hát The Infinite And Profane Thrones

As we journey over to the
We hear the echoes of
Who is to worry our affliction
my body departs 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 clouded
The apparition looks for duration
Conjectures of vulgar, then godless ways
sounds the sanctum bell
I will the ordained spell
Guide the mistress versus the
Here's the first of the inquisition
Black lake current sailed the rushes
Dismal will melt the scarlet snow
give my sorrow to the lady in white
'O' pale flower, you'll feel the in depth.'
The of the eroded
The of Ganzir!
The Magnum
The Xenolith!
Monuments of a vanquished
A cenotaph of conjurations
Sempiternity of the ones of our
Archetypal images the declivity
and profane thrones
Absymal sighs of the
Feel the by depressing your own god.