Luyện nghe bài hát Funeral, Swords And Souls

[Lyrics by
[Main vocals by and Aldrahn]

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

Born in pity, so raised in
And grown to be weak
beneath my blade
As you bend knees to the dust

Voices, and smoke
From the pyre up by the
Never was this seen
In and joy

the ash

the shell
Of souls in blood
flat, my hands
Sacramental juice stabbed wounds

Born in pity, so raised in
And grown to be what's
beneath my blade
As you bend your knees to the

Voices spirits and
From the up by the glistering
Never was this seen
In and joy

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