Luyện nghe bài hát To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire

The day is (always) going and (the) night covers
the of coldness and darkness by it's screen.
The frozen flame (in) wrath the letters...
The thirst is free and the rivers of blood to the unknown.
Death opens it's gates and the victims fall down to its lake.
The ancient cults of blood that the pleasure
to the children of the nightmares and reality.
The awesome castle where the flesh is worth a life;
the blood and the rage unleashed by the master of the inside.
The star drops down its light through the loop,
as nightflower in the appointed place.
One who tasted its will get immortality,
and the master will dip him into the stormy waters of and chaos.
The moon drops down the tears of light weeping for the forests.
Its gladness is expressed in these
of and paradoxical eminence.
master!
Give the power to the of nightmares and take their gifts.
And they'll come to gates (that are) widely opened for them...
power, eminence, immortality, blood, and chaos.
The castle!
The castle!
The shelter for the ones who search and find chaos.
In it those who give the history to the world
and take the from it...
We are on our road.
The is flowing,
the is on fire,
we are by chaos...
to the of blasphemous fire!