Luyện nghe bài hát Gathering Of The Fallen

By the wings of Andras
We shall bless our sins
In a journey
For the sacred

of bestial dark hordes
Minions of
Blackened
Heed the summoning of morning

For the gathering of the

By the voice of Malphas
We shall bless our sins
In a blasphemous
For the gathering

Hail the terror
Conjurer of the great
Disciple of the
Plague bearers who dressed in flaming

For the gathering of the

As the and ravens plague the land
summons his servants
To the children of Apollyon

them, a thousand locusts swarm
To disrupt the balance
To the seven perversions

of black shadowed the blood red sky
With the chant of wrath and
They tear the sun in fury

And thus, mortal will their end
As heaven is torn
As we feast on flesh and lifeless bones

By the wings of Andras
By the hoarse of Malphas
We bless our glorious sins
For the of the morning star!