Luyện nghe bài hát Generally Hostile

[lyrics by Harry

Town clock splits the night,
the witching hour moves even closer to the of time that is at hand.
Sound of heels pound the street from the curse rules the town.
of death has come to reap the damned.
For years ago he away and now he's back to claim
the unsuspected souls to his death.
Oh, foolish one, you'd make haste. There is no time
to contemplate. The hammer brings the twelfth and last breath.

He's the one who the night in the hollow of his hand.
Evil ruler of the dark
Striking with a furious urge, a from hell.
Everything he bears his mark.
no amusement in any lovers foolish games
but go and let them all begin.
He lives his life in malice, not a night in shame.
Burning bright the flames of sin.

I'm a man who no mercy for the weak.
No mercy!