Luyện nghe bài hát The Infinite And Profane Thrones

As we journey over to the
We the echoes 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 capture and the clouded soul
The weeping looks for duration
Conjectures of being vulgar, godless ways
sounds the sanctum bell
I will structure the ordained
Guide the mistress the throne
the first seed of the inquisition
Black lake current sailed past the
Dismal will melt the scarlet snow
give my sorrow to the lady in white
'O' flower, you'll feel the vein in depth.'
The of the eroded
The of Ganzir!
The Magnum
The Xenolith!
of a vanquished civilization
A of theomorphic conjurations
Sempiternity of the of our underworld
Archetypal awaits the declivity
and profane thrones
Absymal sighs of the
Feel the by depressing your own god.