Luyện nghe bài hát War To Feed The Ancients

Millenia of systematic
Bodies the outer crust of the scorched earth
crusades sprayed ashes unto the water
Tormented soldiers rebirth.

Deliverance is a fragile
The comfort of a
Behemoths the war machines
Lit by a core
The man is cruel
With designs for nevermore
A self-contained
To condemn the to the other side...

Cosmic eyes watch with eternal
The war to the ancients.

The of peace prevails
A of sanity for a dying species
Artillery fire rips through the
blades draw blood to rid the disease.

With each shell that crumbles away
One more is released
Uncounted scores of fallen
Languish at the of oblivion
Outer gods and servitors
for a stygian feast
Empowered by the dead
The fabric of reality will split with a gaping incision.