Luyện nghe bài hát Goat Riders Horde

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

The roar of the cloven hoof
The goatriders descends with the storm

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

I am in

Impervious to
to steel
Merciless
by their strike

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

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

by the fears of man
To slake the thirst

I'm in

The horde