Luyện nghe bài hát C O T L O D

Come on and

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

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

Curse of the of death
Curse of the 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

of the legions of death