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

Therefore I must and serve,
The blood in me runs vibrant

In the frost of the minds,

Of Western society I

It be the resurrection,

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

Of times to come and last

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

Of the land of northern
the shores of our desolate coast within the waves
I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the culture

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

And who still courage to break through into the dying light