Luyện nghe bài hát In The Hands Of Death

A darkest veil the presence of us all
Through countless of war we find our kind
Ever elusive with

Within the presence of being
A failed shall fall
Distill the vengeance on me
Choose your for this war

Mankind's failed there's no what's to come
In desperate times we cannot
Swift is insured

Joining destiny
without control
Cleansing
What will be of us all?

ending prophecy
The end has been right on the
Sands of
Brushed by death, and fall

Now turn these pages of
Upon your threshold made of
Fading memories of must be
Forgotten of a throne overthrown