Luyện nghe bài hát Hallow Horns

A poetic rhythm by the storm No grace, no glory - pure pleasure in Pain Two
horned master is on the rise riding in by the storm they are driven Cant you hear
the screams - we are the damned We are the for the unholy priest Master and
Servant, the puppets are on Man has to retreat for the masters Listen ! Listen !
Listen ! to the hallow horn Listen to horn A new race will be born Listen to hallow
horn A new race will be The undefeatable legion Will kill the great pigeon This is one
of futuristic and symbolic looks at how the world will once come to an end. Looking
at the wars that are been fought all over the world. We are nothing else heading
straight into our decline. As we are raising hell everyday, we woken up the two
horned master. He is awake for the free blood. Soon will be a big death storm
raging around the earth with his legions leading it. will come to take our lost souls
and bring back purity with fire. He will be marching in with horns and will be leaving
a bloody soil. And we give day by day.