Luyện nghe bài hát Death

I will take your final
And I will be your last
Cold runs in my blackened heart
every soul apart

Messenger of wields the scythe
Of damnation
Messenger of death holds his
For

Sin is all I feast
I'm my crematorium
Your is waiting here for you
to my ritual

Messenger of death wields the
Of damnation
Messenger of holds his blade
For

rides out from the storm
Deface
There's no escape this
calamity

Death out from the storm
We to God and cry
Ignored we turn to
This from the sky

Death rides out the storm
No time to repent
No quarter, no
No line of self

Death rides out from the
In terror we
Our voice is no more
His is merciless

Death rides out the storm
humanity
There's no escape from
Human

Death out from the storm
We to God and cry
Ignored we turn to
This from the sky

Messenger of wields the scythe
Of damnation
Messenger of death his blade
For