Luyện nghe bài hát View From Nihil

For everything me which I experience is cold and dead
The blood of others are of a substance and taste

I must spill and serve,
The blood that in me vibrant

In the frost of the minds,

Of society I recreate

It be the resurrection,

In the of the Holy Roman Empire,
Of the of holy death

Of times to come and last

Lay my upon your throats
The day of I shall,
Upon the warriors,

Of the land of regions
Upon the of our desolate coast within the waves
I can see the floating ashore of the dying culture

And so I greet those who have eyes to observe and see

And who still have courage to break through into the light