Luyện nghe bài hát Goat Riders Horde

Feeling the march of the unleashed
the soldiers of God
Smell of hot on the wind
Left by the horde

The thundering roar of the hoof
The goatriders horde descends with the

I am I walk the night
I am the of souls
Cold blades they cannot stop me
Where I am no one knows

I am in

Impervious to
Impervious to
vengeance
Dealt by strike

Treachery evil command
Cloven steed I ride
Armies of descend on the gates
Hatred burns their

Walls of stone cannot them
Too weak are the of old
At the sound of their cry
The hearts of all cold

Fueled by the of man
To slake the thirst

I'm in

The goatriders