Luyện nghe bài hát Return From Grace

ZAVORASH!

Wastelands Of Cold, The Deathlike
Memories Stained By The Blood
An Urge To On The Hillside Gather
A Warmass On Our Ancestral
Then Revenge On Those Who Made The Tale Come True
Cremate Them On Their Own
Judge Them To Fall This Earth
Under The Of Our Steel

Let The Altar By The Winternight
And The Icon Burn By Our
Let The Gate Be Crushed And Dance
Like The Blood Shall Cover The Earth
Came With Words Of Light
Our Reply Out By Axe
Singing Their Pestful
Life Spills Out Before Them

Ancestral Souls Among Us
Who Watched The Lake Before The Cross
Through And Pinewoods Tales Behold
Of The Sin That The North
Bringing Us To Kill
And Laugh The Sword Cuts Deep
Their Tears Never Quench
The Firefull Hate Their Grace

For When Sorrow Forces Its Dreadful
Through The Of The Spoiled Soul
The Dead Will Find Their Peace
And Souls Again Black
Their Lies Fall From
In A Plague With Countless
Even If They Us With Their Lives
They Their Own Death

We Our Banner In The Wind
Legioneers To Bring To An End
May It Be We Are The Sin
But Our We Shall Follow
The Blade Through The Heart Of Light
We The Faithless
Covenants Of An War
Kings To Be Crowned By Rage