Luyện nghe bài hát Arbiters of the Apocalypse

Pestilence, herald of
Exordium of our
Consuming both the old and the
Precious innocents stillborn in the

The first of the plagues man
This woeful curse forth by our own hands

Broken are the seals, the end times
the gates of destruction

Battles abound on war
the galloping hooves of the horsemen
Carnage divine, the four shall
judgement

A black shadow across the land
Feast your on the scales of starvation
devours all
Fulfilling prophecy of deprivation

The arbiters of the apocalypse come to claim what are owed
Now death reigns triumphant, no god have mercy on our souls