Luyện nghe bài hát The Scrolls

Embodiment of is what are my lord,
Each of your ten horns war with the lamb,
Blood is prize,
On war you feed,

You shall yourself above every god,
All that upon the earth shall worship thee,
the earth,
The all bow before,
This I deify

the time is unreal,
Here has a name,
The all bow before,

You lift you sword those who aspire to the light,
die and the holy power will keep silent,
War is prize,
Through you ever live,

The circle of fury that starts in hell and earth,
Turning man against his till man exist no more,
is your prize,
Tears of blood is gift,

This pain I to the end of my days

Your Hate none alive,
divinities,
Death to who failed,
Free from the Sun they in hell,

the gates to hell,
Where you us dwell,
Free the within,
As you rots away,

Now the evil control the energy - the is dust and air,
Tormented souls dream of vengeance through lips they speak
Cursed are the for they shall be blotted out,
Eyes cannot penetrate the light and darkness at down at night,

Here the is unreal,
Here has a name,
The all bow before,