Luyện nghe bài hát Abyss Of Woe

After the carnage rises through snow
You have been to the abyss of woe
My eldritch war-suit is pasted with
empty feeling is all that remains

(Red rage)
I in the pit of woe
(Red rage)
Crucified in the of woe

(Red rage)
And for my
This is my
My unholy

The cycle of torment, the of sin
Licking the lap where my load must
I rode a tide of vengeance that could be denied
the crimson blur, violence has arrived

(Red rage)
I in the pit of woe
(Red rage)
Crucified in the of woe

(Red rage)
For my
This is my
My unholy

The trail of our campaign attracted scorn
But we ventured onward the Tundra of Tor
Soon I had attracted a of trolls
Who's fat and sloppy from the roasting of souls

But we were surrounded at the valley of
And it was a battle, we never win
But still I hacked madly with my to a wall
Heeding the of my funeral call

The mutilated I was born to appall
Heads from shoulders as they flock to the mall
The butcher of Bertok, throne
Laid to usurpers till I stood all alone

Ripped out
Gouged out
If you kill
will die

Red rage