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...
forth it's blizzard of wars...
Of wars...of wars...wars...
One's belief and effort shall this...
Search the oldest form of wisdom that has inscribed...
By the life itself...
One's will succeed by the whirlpool of the earth...
One's bloom succeed 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 expulse their breaths...
emptiness of the enchanted source.
That the ashes, reducing it to dirt...
As the winds teleport the plague...
the gargoyles supposed creation...
Creation...creation...creation...
Withered auras are stolen their centered bodies...
An interiorisation blackened is born.
The fade from their pounding sphere...
...Feelings vanished out of world,
As was created onto their land...
their land...onto their land...onto their land...
Screaming by of the earth...
Hurls of are cast from the hollows.
That the sounds in their thoughts...
To lose in themselves...
lividity...
Demonized gargoyles art what art...
To be soulless, burning...
Then are now weak in nature.
>From the rising dawn, be converted horrors...
Of the well bottoms...
Bottoms...bottoms...well BOTTOMS...
One's blossoms revived the vortex...
from the dryness of the underdepths...
But few found reality...
By simply reading knowledge...in the heart's valley...
In the valley...
The understood the meaning above their way,
behind the winged carrions...
To be deminished, burning...
Now forgotten as...now forgotten as...now as...
Now as...the ANCIENT ONES!
..One's thee, as
now...
as now... as forgotten now... as forgotten now...
Burning...burning...
Now forgotten as...now as...now forgotten as...
Now as...the ANCIENT ONES...