Luyện nghe bài hát Hail Murder

[Music by Lord Ahriman. Lyrics by Emperor Magus

In the so cold, sits the Nazarene son.
His eyes with tears, his soul with fear.
Asking himself, where is my god
of lies, soon to be nailed.
Hail murder, your god of filth wont you now.
Hail murder, soon to meet the one.

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

Christian blood soon cover the ground.
As I the nails of evil, deep inside.
A crucified whore, what you are.
The crown you have, is one made of thorns.

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.

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

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

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