Luyện nghe bài hát Hail Murder

[Music by Lord Ahriman. Lyrics by Emperor Caligula]

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

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

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

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

Carry cross, to your own doom.
the people's hatred.
You will die amongst the dirt, you belong.

The demons fly high, they above.
for his blood 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 the evil one.
murder, as the nails are hammered in deep.
Hail murder, I am the in his side.