Luyện nghe bài hát The Infinite And Profane Thrones

As we journey to the summit
We hear the of dispossession
Who is to about our affliction
my body departs from the shame
The wickedness my
You may to the elysian fields
But the befall of Marduk will the literal thruth
The Utuk xul! Holy Fool!
Whereby to capture and atone the clouded
The weeping looks for duration
Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless
Euphony sounds the sanctum
I will structure the spell
Guide the versus the throne
Here's the first of the inquisition
Black lake current sailed the rushes
Dismal heights will the scarlet snow
I'll give my to the lady in white
'O' pale flower, you'll the vein in depth.'
The wanderers of the
The of Ganzir!
The Magnum
The Xenolith!
Monuments of a vanquished
A cenotaph of conjurations
of the ones of our underworld
Archetypal images awaits the
Infinite and profane
Absymal sighs of the
the intention by depressing your own god.