Luyện nghe bài hát War To Feed The Ancients

Millenia of systematic
Bodies populating the crust of the scorched earth
Cremation crusades sprayed ashes the water
Tormented dread rebirth.

Deliverance is a fragile
The comfort of a
Behemoths pull the war
Lit by a molten
The mortal man is
With merciless designs for
A genocide
To the slain to the other side...

Cosmic eyes watch eternal patience
The war to the ancients.

The illusion of prevails
A mask of for a dying species
Artillery rips through the veil
Serrated blades blood to rid the disease.

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