Luyện nghe bài hát Generally Hostile

[lyrics by Conklin]

clock echo splits the night,
the witching hour moves closer to the brink of time that is at hand.
Sound of heels pound the street the curse that rules the town.
Chill of death has come to the damned.
For years ago he went away and now he's to claim
the unsuspected to justify his death.
Oh, foolish one, you'd best make haste. is no time
to contemplate. The brings the twelfth and your last breath.

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

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