Luyện nghe bài hát Morbid Hordes Revenge

Dead like a priest hung from a
Ropes drawn about his
Crows have picked his eyes
Flesh is and ripped to shreds

The crucifix still hanging
Dancing slow to the wind of the
His couldn't save him, nor could his god
human destiny, nothing pure inside

His soul cried for
But I it endlessly
A thousand days of
Doomed to die

Hopeless, starved,
see the eye of Master
Never you see the light
Morbid fate of a man

Mortal - crushed by
The of the Nocturnal