Luyện nghe bài hát Vabzir Camliax

The current within the earth
It around the ashen, uninstructed mortals
them, damn them who pity!
They be smitten and fed to celestial fire
the crowned and conquering one
The fiery joy, as a great lost god.

The spake!

steam sent up by offerings
As the night weaves her veil
The infinite aether of skies
To be airborne is to be lost to the
Evoken as an eagle yet and deadlier
Accursed twitching on the talons of eager violence

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

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