Luyện nghe bài hát Morbid Hordes Revenge

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

The crucifix hanging cold
slow to the wind of the north
His faith couldn't save him, nor his god
Weak human destiny, nothing pure

His soul for angels
But I raped it
A days of torment
Doomed to die

Hopeless, starved,
You'll see the eye of
Never will you see the
fate of a mortal man

Mortal - crushed by
The hammer of the