Luyện nghe bài hát Buried By The Dead

Into death cast, a spiral of the
grips for my soul
Torn death's bed
And by the dead
Their hands are and cold
Pulse expire, comes in a burst
forecast of a lifelong thirst

Lord of the by my side
Cadaverous, dead and in the eye
Speak a prophecy

He will drain my soul it is free
Phantoms of the grave to survive
death-energy from the ones who will die
Into cast, a spiral of the past

Eclipse grips for my
Torn from bed
And by the dead
Their are white and cold

Crawling through the and snow
grave cracks up below
Screams measure a timeless
Hideous laugh and beckon

through me, souls imprisoned in gore
Malignant anguish never before
drag their limbs across the halls of the dead
Funeral bell rings to celebrate the

Deteriorating, all my flesh and my
Are ready to explode in a of red foam
Virulent infectious is spread
of thoughts vanish as I die undead

Into death cast, a of the past
Eclipse for my soul
from death's bed
And buried by the
Their hands are white and cold