Luyện nghe bài hát The Infinite And Profane Thrones

As we journey to the summit
We hear the echoes of
Who is to worry our affliction
When my body from the shame
The wickedness my
You may to the elysian fields
But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal
The xul! Wine's Holy Fool!
Whereby to capture and atone the soul
The apparition looks for duration
Conjectures of being vulgar, godless ways
Euphony sounds the sanctum
I will structure the spell
Guide the mistress versus the
Here's the seed of the inquisition
lake current sailed past the rushes
Dismal 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 Magnum
The Xenolith!
Monuments of a civilization
A of theomorphic conjurations
Sempiternity of the of our underworld
Archetypal awaits the declivity
Infinite and thrones
sighs of the damned
Feel the by depressing your own god.