Luyện nghe bài hát Whirlwind Of Withered Blossoms

(Chapter 2 - ancestors)
Absent are the skies tend the winds...
It the enraged lands...
beyond the life bonds...
Spitting forth blizzard of wars...
Of wars...of wars...wars...
One's belief and shall survive this...
Search the form of wisdom that has been inscribed...
By the life itself...
bloom will succeed by the whirlpool of the earth...
One's bloom will by the whirlpool of the earth...
Unique is the way balances our key, to negate the unliving...
Extraction...exclaims the of the valley!
The geyser holes their breaths...
Cold emptiness of the source.
That turns the ashes, it to dirt...
As the winds teleport the plague...
Upon the supposed creation...
Creation...creation...creation...
Withered auras are from their centered bodies...
An interiorisation gate is born.
The arcs from their pounding sphere...
...Feelings out of their world,
As hate was created onto land...
Onto land...onto their land...onto their land...
by mouths of the earth...
Hurls of bowling are cast the hollows.
That the sounds in their thoughts...
To lose in themselves...
lividity...
Demonized gargoyles art thou art...
To be soulless, burning...
Then are now weak in nature.
the rising dawn, you'll be converted horrors...
Of the known bottoms...
Bottoms...bottoms...well BOTTOMS...
One's blossoms revived the vortex...
Resurrect from the of the underdepths...
But few found reality...
By simply reading knowledge...in the heart's valley...
In the valley...
The creators understood the meaning above way,
Leaving the winged carrions...
To be deminished, burning...
Now forgotten as...now forgotten as...now as...
Now forgotten as...the ONES!
..One's thee, as
now...
as now... as forgotten now... as forgotten now...
Burning...burning...
Now as...now forgotten as...now forgotten as...
Now forgotten as...the ONES...