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 roar of the cloven hoof
The goatriders horde with the storm

I am I walk the night
I am the reaper of
Cold blades they cannot stop me
Where I am from no one

I am in

to fire
Impervious to
vengeance
Dealt by strike

Treachery evil command
Cloven hoofed steed I
Armies of descend on the gates
Hatred their eyes

Walls of stone stop them
Too weak are the of old
At the sound of their cry
The of all grow cold

by the fears of man
To slake the thirst

I'm in

The goatriders