Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Boys Quire

Hallowed upon glorified graves
Twisted minds, slaves
Witches and demons are the dead
In of who they are led

Views of midnightly stones
Sounds of clattering skulls and
Like shadows they tight onto trees
Proud of their evilness, they are enemies

are gathered here in the five pointed star
To up the ritual of a time so far
End what was not before
To meet the Satan they highly adore

The Dead Boy's Choir through
the fire