Luyện nghe bài hát Defile The Angelic

Upon vile remains of Christ
I hold the lance pierced the fool
His meaning withheld in a shroud of lies
nine times the antique rite

His hands
before the weeping Jew
Unto the of sin...

A of gold to those who fall
Transfix the lamb to hail my
sons in benevolent rule
All sprang forth from the well of

Up from the swamps of one million years ago
Unto the highest mountain peaks with all life spread
A vision of all the
With its and races and tribes
The of human life with some not meant to sanctify
Trails of ancestors past, of a destiny
Forgotten and archetypes, the laws by which we see

the angelic...

We march to divinity with our in our wings
Over desolate of earth and sand where the chosen Jews were raised
Praise thee, hymns of lore foretell of a time to be
Evolving forth the light, forging a new destiny
Through ice and through snow, though and light,
The of the struggle attests to the might

the angelic...

A vibrant force the dark
The battles commence
shed in a great cleansing flow
The of tradition and order stands proud once again...