Luyện nghe bài hát Blackheims Hunt For Nocturnal Grace

Soaked in Lights
Deep in his Soul - His Grave
In the of His Inner
A of Immortal Arts

As the Cold Midnight Winds captured his Spirit
He still Lay there in his Dominion of

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

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

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

With for the Blood of the Sacred One
Years of Yearning for Purest Cold Flesh
Amongst the Wolves He's the Kingly
A Hunt in the of Elder's Dark Myths

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

The in the Skies
The Sign of his Past