Luyện nghe bài hát Whirlwind Of Withered Blossoms

(Chapter 2 - ancestors)
Absent are the that tend the winds...
It overruns the lands...
Surpassed beyond the bonds...
Spitting forth blizzard of wars...
Of wars...of wars...wars...
One's belief and effort survive this...
Search the form of wisdom that has been inscribed...
By the Codex itself...
One's bloom succeed by the whirlpool of the earth...
One's bloom will succeed by the of the earth...
is the way that balances our key, to negate the unliving...
Extraction...exclaims the of the valley!
The geyser holes expulse breaths...
Cold of the enchanted source.
That turns the ashes, it to dirt...
As the underworld winds the plague...
Upon the gargoyles creation...
Creation...creation...creation...
Withered auras are from their centered bodies...
An interiorisation gate is born.
The arcs fade their pounding sphere...
...Feelings out of their world,
As hate was onto their land...
their land...onto their land...onto their land...
Screaming by of the earth...
Hurls of bowling are from the hollows.
That the sounds in their thoughts...
To control in themselves...
lividity...
Demonized art what thou art...
To be soulless, burning...
Then thou are now in nature.
>From the rising dawn, you'll be horrors...
Of the well bottoms...
Bottoms...bottoms...well BOTTOMS...
One's revived the whirlwinded vortex...
from the dryness of the underdepths...
But few found reality...
By reading one's knowledge...in the heart's valley...
In the valley...
The creators the meaning above their way,
Leaving the winged carrions...
To be deminished, burning...
Now as...now forgotten as...now forgotten as...
Now as...the ANCIENT ONES!
..One's thee, as
now...
as forgotten now... as forgotten now... as now...
Burning...burning...
Now as...now forgotten as...now forgotten as...
Now as...the ANCIENT ONES...