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 it's blizzard of wars...
Of wars...of wars...wars...
belief and effort shall survive this...
Search the oldest form of that has been inscribed...
By the Codex itself...
One's bloom succeed by the whirlpool of the earth...
One's bloom will by the whirlpool of the earth...
is the way that balances our key, to negate the unliving...
Extraction...exclaims the of the valley!
The holes expulse their breaths...
Cold of the enchanted source.
That turns the ashes, it to dirt...
As the underworld teleport the plague...
Upon the gargoyles creation...
Creation...creation...creation...
Withered auras are stolen their centered bodies...
An blackened gate is born.
The arcs fade their pounding sphere...
...Feelings out of their world,
As was created onto their land...
Onto their land...onto land...onto their land...
by mouths of the earth...
Hurls of bowling are cast the hollows.
That break the in their thoughts...
To control in themselves...
lividity...
Demonized art what thou art...
To be soulless, burning...
Then are now weak in nature.
>From the rising dawn, you'll be horrors...
Of the well bottoms...
Bottoms...bottoms...well BOTTOMS...
One's revived the whirlwinded vortex...
Resurrect from the of the underdepths...
But few found reality...
By reading one's 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 forgotten as...the ONES!
..One's thee, as
now...
as forgotten now... as now... as forgotten now...
Burning...burning...
Now as...now forgotten as...now forgotten as...
Now as...the ANCIENT ONES...