Luyện nghe bài hát The Infinite And Profane Thrones

As we journey to the summit
We the echoes of dispossession
Who is to about our affliction
When my body from the shame
The my sinfullness
You may to the elysian fields
But the befall of Marduk trace the literal thruth
The Utuk xul! Holy Fool!
Whereby to capture and the clouded soul
The weeping looks for duration
Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless
sounds the sanctum bell
I will structure the spell
Guide the mistress versus the
Here's the seed of the inquisition
lake current sailed past the rushes
Dismal heights will melt the scarlet
I'll give my to the lady in white
'O' pale flower, feel the vein in depth.'
The of the eroded
The of Ganzir!
The Opus
The Xenolith!
Monuments of a civilization
A cenotaph of theomorphic
Sempiternity of the ones of our
Archetypal images the declivity
Infinite and profane
Absymal of the damned
the intention by depressing your own god.