Luyện nghe bài hát Goat Riders Horde

Feeling the march of the fury
Impaling the of God
Smell of sulphur hot on the
by the goatriders horde

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

I am eternal I the night
I am the of souls
Cold iron blades they stop me
I am from 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

of stone cannot stop them
Too are the spells of old
At the of their banshee cry
The hearts of all cold

by the fears of man
To the unquenchable thirst

I'm in

The horde