Luyện nghe bài hát War To Feed The Ancients

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

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

Cosmic eyes watch eternal patience
The war to the ancients.

The illusion of peace
A of sanity for a dying species
Artillery fire through the veil
Serrated blades blood to rid the disease.

With each mortal shell that away
One more soul is
Uncounted of fallen prey
at the gates of oblivion
Outer and their servitors
Prepare for a stygian
by the hopeless dead
The festering fabric of will split with a gaping incision.