Luyện nghe bài hát Blackheims Hunt For Nocturnal Grace

Soaked in Darkest
in his Soul - His Shallow Grave
In the Deepest of His
A World of Immortal

As the Cold Midnight Winds captured his Sullen
He Lay there in his Dominion of Dreams

His Wings was by Snow
in his Soul - The Wind Blew
By the and Wisdom
A Hunt for Grace

Souls were Heading Death
Death was towards Life
Life was in the of the Crypts
The of Blackheim - The Only One

The is for the Wisdom and the Slayer is our Reward
No Time to Dread by as we be Unborn

With Thirst for the Blood of the One
Three Years of for Purest Cold Flesh
Amongst the He's the Kingly Beast
A Hunt in the Forest of Elder's Myths

"...A Dominion for Blackheim... No to Enter... No Enter.."

The in the Skies
The Sign of his Elder