Luyện nghe bài hát Hail Murder

[Music by Lord Ahriman. Lyrics by Emperor Caligula]

In the dungeon so cold, the Nazarene son.
His eyes filled with tears, his soul fear.
himself, where is my god now?
Preacher of lies, to be nailed.
Hail murder, your god of wont help you now.
Hail murder, soon to the evil one.

your cross, to your own doom.
Meet the hatred.
You will die amongst the dirt, you belong.

Christian blood soon will the ground.
As I drive the nails of evil, inside.
A crucified whore, that's you are.
The only you have, is one made of thorns.

Hail Murder, god of filth wont help you now.
Hail murder, you to meet the evil one.
Hail murder, as the nails are in deep.
murder, I am the spear in his side.

Carry your cross, to own doom.
Meet the hatred.
You die amongst the dirt, where you belong.

The demons fly high, circle above.
Waits for his to stop flow, and to collect his soul.
The lord of lies, to die.
Thousand of years of await.

Murder, your god of filth wont help you now.
Hail murder, soon you to meet the one.
murder, as the nails are hammered in deep.
Hail murder, I am the in his side.