Luyện nghe bài hát Whirlwind Of Withered Blossoms

(Chapter 2 - ancestors)
Absent are the that tend the winds...
It overruns the 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 Codex itself...
bloom will succeed by the whirlpool of the earth...
One's bloom 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 emptiness of the 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 blackened gate is born.
The arcs fade from pounding sphere...
...Feelings out of their world,
As was created onto their land...
Onto their land...onto 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 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 the whirlwinded vortex...
from the dryness of the underdepths...
But few this 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 as...now forgotten as...now forgotten as...
Now forgotten as...the ONES!
..One's thee, as
now...
as now... as forgotten now... as forgotten now...
Burning...burning...
Now forgotten as...now forgotten as...now as...
Now forgotten as...the ONES...