Luyện nghe bài hát Third Antichrist

From the torpor bon ton
From a thousand shreds, shrieking
eyes, thronging in sojourns
From the dunes of shifting sand
In the of unguiculate sacciform
From the almighty avenging words of thoughts
the minds of the hypocrites at evensong
Where his is nurtured
From the grievous flow solemn tears
In the nightmare and knavery of his three

In the coals at the summit of the pit
In the blindly zealous pestilential wrinkles of their hermaphrodite cadavers
In the shoals of silence only ago
In the temperate of unfathomable debris
In the omission of wind among summoners of the
In the poisonous breath of glory

There our species is suspended naked in the
our children huddled at the balustrade
There the fallacious mirage of slowly turns away
There fear incarnate consulates
There vapors resurrect the beast
There unfolds