Luyện nghe bài hát Morbid Scream

A barbaric land the sword is the law,
and is the way of life.
An infernal wasteland and down a plain;
A stands the test of fate.
His face is from the wicked hands of time,
and scars from war past,
the reins from a shadowy steed,
I kill the foyus at it's layer!

Scream!

Skulls and bones lie relics in the
of men that came before.
The ground is scorched from the breath,
and corpses to stench and ash.
I awake in fury the dragon attacks;
in anger - spitting fire.
Our laws, my thundering axe,
yet we'll fight the beast to death!