Luyện nghe bài hát Death To A King

As the dying sun sets behind the mountains
and the shadows grow amidst the Aeidolon Fangs
The snowclad almost hid by the cold evening fog
gleams with fire under the deep blue northern sky

Hidden in the shadows thousand red eyes in the fading light
As the army starts it's the mountainsides come a live
Crawling darkness bringing death through cold shining metal
lives of mortal men in a bloodcrazed madness

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

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