Luyện nghe bài hát C O T L O D

Come on and

Witches grow restless, the are impatient
My legions scream, the must be open
Our master a massage of hope on through the gates we march
Sentinels await with their in grasp
A vast group of locust attack, a vast group of attack

with force as we show no remorse obstructing our victims fate
The blood in the chalice saluting the all virgins must die this night
reaction a serpent's kiss is taking the life from our soul
And leading a of destruction from hell
And finding our way through hell's

Curse of the of death
of the legions of death
Curse of the legions of

Curse of the legions of
the dead!
Curse of the of death
the dead!
Curse of the of death

Curse of the legions of