Luyện nghe bài hát Morbid Hordes Revenge

Dead a priest hung from a tree
Ropes drawn his armpits
Crows have picked his eyes
is scarred and ripped to shreds

The crucifix hanging cold
Dancing to the wind of the north
His faith couldn't him, nor could his god
Weak human destiny, nothing inside

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

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

Mortal - crushed by
The hammer of the