Luyện nghe bài hát Goat Riders Horde

Feeling the march of the fury
Impaling the of God
of sulphur hot on the wind
Left by the goatriders

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

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

I am in

to fire
Impervious to
Merciless
by their strike

Treachery stalking command
Cloven steed I ride
Armies of descend on the gates
Hatred their eyes

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

by the fears of man
To slake the thirst

I'm in

The horde