Luyện nghe bài hát Fields Of Blood, Harvester Of Hate

Come to me - oh, mighty of my own inner will...
the power of knowlegde and give me the spirit to... kill!
Prepare my being to conquer to be mine...

For
The aftermath of a battle to
A vivid before my eyes
The storm has and peace has landed
No more are we under the influence of
The false have been put to their death
by the form of pure impurity
ky jetblack - We breed in the dark
Reborn to a new

The sweeps the fields where they all died...
The where their blood was spilt...
The hordes of celestial saw the fields of blood... once
The winds sweeps the where they all died...
The fields where blood was spilt...
The of celestial lies saw the fields of blood

I summon my inner to strengthen my final will
My will to the promised land of thousand fakes
I summon my mental force for it is mightier your sword
Reveal the powers of - tomorrow I am GOD!!!

...This is the of the final war
...I shall you all down
'em all!!!

The victory is written on my very
in my very mind
Before strikes the earth will be purified
and no pretender walk on this ground
retiring with the darkness of night
and is growing within
sunbeams of this day of glory
reflect hatred in my - the triumph of Death