Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox Manifesto

The memories far beyond the
Have begun to in the distance
Like objects dearly known
The grace of hands

As they walk with me a medium
When I choose and a burn-out
in expanded malicious force
Drained for weapons

Knowing where you
In the of this thought
Looking at the spirit of and flames
Enduring on the throne of the black

The memories far beyond the
begun to lurk in the distance
Like visual objects known
The of devils hands

As walk with me like a medium
I choose and require a burn-out
Resting in malicious force
Drained for weapons

where you stand
In the magnitude of this
Looking at the spirit of and flames
on the throne of the black heart

A of evil I am
And therefore also a carrier of
As I use this through the dark
And face the sunshine in the end

do not exist
When you are ahead of the
the art of confidence
I at the throne of my soul

The of this darkness unwinds
Travelling the path
A hidden
But obvious to the and wise

By this reality
I in a twice-coloured cloud
With feet solid in the ground
And I get peace of mind

A of evil I am
And also a of light
As I use this through the dark
And the sunshine in the dead end