Luyện nghe bài hát Death

I will take your final
And I will be your last
Cold blood runs in my blackened
Tearing every apart

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

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

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

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

rides out from the storm
We to God and cry
we turn to face
This vengeance the sky

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

Death rides out from the
In we confess
Our is heard no more
His is merciless

Death out from the storm
humanity
There's no from this
Human

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

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