Luyện nghe bài hát Vabzir Camliax

The lunar current the earth
It curls around the ashen, mortals
them, damn them who pity!
They be smitten and fed to celestial fire
Quoth the and conquering one
The fiery joy, seated as a lost god.

The spake!

steam sent up by offerings
As the night weaves her unpenetrable
The aether of austere skies
To be airborne is to be lost to the
Evoken as an yet swifter and deadlier
Accursed opponent on the talons of eager violence

"The best blood is of the moon,
Then the fresh of a child or dropping
the host of heaven; Then of enemies;
Then of the priest or the worshippers; of
some beast, no what."
- AL vel LEGIS

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