Luyện nghe bài hát Cursed Blaze of Rituals

Born a night a rotten womb.
of terrible mournful past.
Fear and misery of the peoples
for the coffin lid to open.

With a raised to the Majesty
I'm his and devotee.
I am the of Satan clenched
In by the worship

Cursed blaze of
The black catharsis
Remembering the chants.
As I the wooden lid.

I'm the melancholic of torment.
The remains of a soul.
Evil presence from an Empires
The raven at your

Under the full
Tormented howling
Born a Night from a rotten
of terrible mournful past.