Luyện nghe bài hát Morbid Hordes Revenge

Dead like a priest hung from a
drawn about his armpits
Crows have picked his away
is scarred and ripped to shreds

The crucifix still hanging
Dancing slow to the wind of the
His faith couldn't him, nor could his god
Weak human destiny, pure inside

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

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

Mortal - crushed by
The of the Nocturnal