Luyện nghe bài hát View From Nihil

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

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

In the frost of the minds,

Of society I recreate

It be the resurrection,

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

Of night to come and last

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

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

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

And who still have to break through into the dying light