Luyện nghe bài hát Black Hand Of Set

Eaters of Human
Hath unlawful Flesh
our Brethren
They Feasted

Seed of our
We now Avenge

In secret conclave we
To rain on those Whom
We Cursed

vile Black Arts
And Tempestuous
We our Wrath
Red Blood my Hands
And my Soul

You will drink the Black
Of my

The Mighty
Of my
the Stillness of the Air
And as Monoliths of Wrath
Upon a plain of writhing

I upon the messengers of Doom
To slash with Grim
This Victim I Chosen
Feed upon his Pulp
his Throat
Pierce his with the stings of Scorpions
Oh
Oh
Oh