Luyện nghe bài hát Whirlwind Of Withered Blossoms

(Chapter 2 - ancestors)
Absent are the skies that the winds...
It overruns the lands...
beyond the life bonds...
Spitting forth it's of wars...
Of wars...of wars...wars...
One's belief and effort shall this...
Search the form of wisdom that has been inscribed...
By the life itself...
One's bloom will succeed by the of the earth...
One's will succeed by the whirlpool 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 winds teleport the plague...
Upon the gargoyles creation...
Creation...creation...creation...
Withered are stolen from their centered bodies...
An blackened gate is born.
The fade from their pounding sphere...
...Feelings out of their world,
As hate was created onto land...
their land...onto their land...onto their land...
Screaming by of the earth...
Hurls of are cast from the hollows.
break the sounds in their thoughts...
To control in themselves...
lividity...
Demonized gargoyles art what art...
To be soulless, burning...
thou are now weak in nature.
>From the rising dawn, you'll be horrors...
Of the well bottoms...
Bottoms...bottoms...well BOTTOMS...
blossoms revived the whirlwinded vortex...
Resurrect the dryness of the underdepths...
But few this reality...
By simply reading 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 now... as forgotten now...
Burning...burning...
Now forgotten as...now as...now forgotten as...
Now forgotten as...the ONES...