Luyện nghe bài hát Funeral, Swords And Souls

[Lyrics by
vocals by Grusom and Aldrahn]

I the victim's fall
Now I shudder by the of you
Crucified by my
You hunger by my

in pity, so raised in pity
And to be what's weak
beneath my blade
As you your knees to the dust

Voices, spirits and
the pyre up by the glistering
Never more was seen
In and joy

the ash

Beyond the
Of souls enfolded in
Raining flat, my
juice from stabbed wounds

Born in pity, so in pity
And grown to be what's
Suffering my blade
As you your knees to the dust

spirits and smoke
From the pyre up by the
more was this seen
In and joy

it. I do
The of mankind
Seen by time, all the years went by
The of the night-thunder
the stoning