Luyện nghe bài hát View From Nihil

For everything around me which I is cold and dead
The blood of others are of a colder substance and

I must spill and serve,
The blood that in me runs

In the frost of the minds,

Of society I recreate

It be the resurrection,

In the year of the Roman Empire,
Of the brotherhood of holy

Of night to come and last

Lay my sword upon your
The day of I shall,
the mighty warriors,

Of the land of regions
Upon the shores of our coast within the waves
I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying

And so I greet those who still have eyes to and see

And who still have courage to break into the dying light