Luyện nghe bài hát The Infinite And Profane Thrones

As we journey over to the
We hear the of dispossession
Who is to worry our affliction
When my body from the shame
The my sinfullness
You may swell to the elysian
But the befall of Marduk will the literal thruth
The xul! Wine's Holy Fool!
Whereby to and atone the clouded soul
The weeping apparition looks for
Conjectures of being vulgar, godless ways
Euphony the sanctum bell
I structure the ordained spell
Guide the mistress the throne
the first seed of the inquisition
Black lake current past the rushes
Dismal heights will melt the scarlet
give my sorrow to the lady in white
'O' pale flower, feel the vein in depth.'
The of the eroded
The of Ganzir!
The Opus
The Xenolith!
of a vanquished civilization
A cenotaph of theomorphic
of the ones of our underworld
Archetypal images awaits the
Infinite and thrones
sighs of the damned
Feel the intention by your own god.