Luyện nghe bài hát War To Feed The Ancients

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

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

eyes watch with eternal patience
The war to the ancients.

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

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