Luyện nghe bài hát Arbiters of the Apocalypse

Pestilence, of sickness
Exordium of our
Consuming both the old and the
Precious stillborn in the womb

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

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

Battles abound on war
Hear the galloping of the horsemen
divine, the four shall align
Apocalyptic

A black shadow cast across the
Feast your eyes on the scales of
devours all
Fulfilling this prophecy of

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