Luyện nghe bài hát Fatadical Date

From his darkest
From hate by his suffering
From his horde of in trance
From his thirst of and death
be born a storm of torpor
And horror succeeds
Last judgement will be

For a time the executioner waits for them
He won't a pity
The fire of coals already burn

When of pureness turn over inquisition
When flower of evil spreads as a death
When blood pours on last sabbath's a altar
Then he will come and declare his reign
And hunt angels from his people's soul.

Then christ will on his cross
It be the Holy Trinity's end
The humiliated prince back on his throne
And can finally start...

By the holy you return
By sacrifice's blood
By gift of soul to the master
And reject of baptism
You torment of his spirit
You him force to fight
And help will be rewarded!