Luyện nghe bài hát View From Nihil

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

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

In the frost of the minds,

Of Western I recreate

It be the resurrection,

In the year of the Roman Empire,
Of the brotherhood of death

Of times to come and last

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

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

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

And who still have courage to break through into the dying