Luyện nghe bài hát The Infinite And Profane Thrones

As we over to the summit
We hear the of dispossession
Who is to worry about our
When my body departs from the
The my sinfullness
You may swell to the elysian
But the befall of will trace the literal thruth
The xul! Wine's Holy Fool!
Whereby to capture and atone the clouded
The weeping looks for duration
Conjectures of vulgar, then godless ways
Euphony sounds the bell
I will structure the spell
the mistress versus the throne
Here's the first of the inquisition
Black lake current past the rushes
Dismal heights will melt the scarlet
I'll give my sorrow to the in white
'O' pale flower, you'll the vein in depth.'
The wanderers of the
The of Ganzir!
The Magnum
The Xenolith!
of a vanquished civilization
A cenotaph of theomorphic
of the ones of our underworld
Archetypal images the declivity
Infinite and profane
sighs of the damned
Feel the intention by depressing own god.