Luyện nghe bài hát Death To A King

As the dying sun sets the mistveiled mountains
and the grow deep amidst the Aeidolon Fangs
The peaks almost hid by the cold evening fog
gleams with hellish fire the deep blue northern sky

in the shadows thousand red eyes gleam in the fading light
As the army starts it's decent the mountainsides a live
Crawling bringing death through cold black shining metal
Reaping lives of mortal men in a madness

As the hordes of evil apart the ranks of the mortal army
A black steed brings it's master swiftly 'cross the
Morthion attacks in spiteful malice his warhammer blood
A shape so twisted by magic and evil his presence bringing death

The tortured screams of a thousand dying men the midnight sun
A mass of destruction brought slaughter clad in fear
The moon's grim face laughs in scorn upon the death
The shapeless twisted darkness spread pestilence with it's