Luyện nghe bài hát Morbid Hordes Revenge

Dead like a hung from a tree
Ropes about his armpits
Crows have his eyes away
Flesh is scarred and to shreds

The crucifix still hanging
Dancing to the wind of the north
His faith save him, nor could his god
Weak human destiny, pure inside

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

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

worms - crushed by
The of the Nocturnal