Luyện nghe bài hát Morbid Hordes Revenge

Dead like a priest hung from a
Ropes drawn about his
have 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 him, nor could his god
Weak destiny, nothing pure inside

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

Hopeless, starved,
You'll see the eye of
will you see the light
Morbid of a mortal man

worms - crushed by
The of the Nocturnal