Luyện nghe bài hát Havoc

[Music & by Suidakra]

Woe... when fear is our
in the claws of decay
Oh , Tomorrow's a grinning
That our way

Sweet rocks us
In a of darkness
to the first tune
In the of death

Each becomes a jeering guilt
Our mohters sticks bleedin' in our throat
So we grunt and we without any dread
Prelude the eventide of the tellural

like a desease
Our race
Just like a noctural
fade away one day

Oh tell me why
The last flower in my hands
For in the air
They down the ground
And a hand full of
For my

Hark! To our scolding
is the harvest of greed
Trust no pray the emptiness
Still feasts ... on mankind