Luyện nghe bài hát Vabzir Camliax

The lunar within the earth
It curls around the ashen, mortals
Damn them, them who pity!
They shall be and fed to celestial fire
the crowned and conquering one
The fiery joy, seated as a great god.

The spake!

Fragrant steam up by offerings
As the weaves her unpenetrable veil
The infinite of austere skies
To be is to be lost to the earth
Evoken as an yet swifter and deadlier
opponent twitching on the talons of eager violence

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

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