Luyện nghe bài hát Fields Of Blood, Harvester Of Hate

Come to me - oh, mighty force of my own will...
Raise the of knowlegde and give me the spirit to... kill!
Prepare my being to what's to be mine...

For
The of a battle to come
A vivid vision my eyes
The has calmed and peace has landed
No more are we under the influence of
The false ones have put to their death
by the purest form of pure
ky turns - We breed in the dark
to a new reality

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

I summon my inner self to strengthen my 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 dawn of the war
...I bring you all down
'em all!!!

The is written on my very flesh
Inscribed in my mind
Before daylight strikes the earth be purified
and no pretender shall on this ground
shadows retiring with the darkness of
and hatred is growing
first of this day of glory
reflect hatred in my - the triumph of Death