Luyện nghe bài hát Black Hand Of Set

Eaters of Flesh
Hath eaten unlawful
Upon our
They Have

Seed of our
We must now

In conclave we Gather
To rain Destruction on Whom
We Cursed

With vile Arts
And Tempestuous
We vent our
Red stains my Hands
And damns my

You will drink the Black
Of my

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

I call upon the of Doom
To slash with Delight
This Victim I have
Feed his Brain Pulp
Rend his
Pierce his Lungs with the stings of
Oh
Oh
Oh