Luyện nghe bài hát Threshold

There are clouds on the
colours, heavy rain
High above the roaring
bullets through your brain

There's something wicked left
A baleful sight, a
A sinister state of minds

the skies, the port of heaven
Take the down to hell
The is open, live the curse
We set aside our and visions
We are one, we will
At the of the universe
We will

Late at night they heard the
From a place so far
Allied forces, brethren
In a of decay

are legions of the night
Turning into....
Turning the into light

Behold the skies, the port of
Take the stairway to hell
The is open, live the curse
We set our dreams and visions
We are one, we will
At the Threshold of the

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Behold the the port of heaven....