Luyện nghe bài hát Return From Grace

ZAVORASH!

Wastelands Of Cold, The Deathlike
Memories By The Tainted Blood
An Urge To There On The Gather
A Warmass On Our Ancestral
Then Forge Revenge On Those Who Made The Come True
Them On Their Own Fires
Judge To Fall From This Earth
Under The Weight Of Our

Let The Altar By The Winternight
And The Icon Burn By Our
Let The Gate Be Crushed And Vengeance
Like The Blood Shall Cover The Earth
They Came Words Of Light
Our Sung Out By Axe
Singing Their Songs
While Life Out Before Them

Ancestral Souls Among Us
Those Who Watched The Lake The Cross
Through Mountains And Pinewoods Tales
Of The Sin That Sank The
Bringing Us Strength To
And Laugh While The Sword Deep
Their Will Never Quench
The Firefull Hate Beyond Their

For When Sorrow Its Dreadful Stake
Through The Of The Spoiled Soul
The Dead Never Find Their Peace
And Again Turn Black
Their Lies Fall From
In A Plague With Countless
If They Fear Us With Their Lives
They Sealed Their Own

We Our Banner In The Wind
To Bring Time 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
Of An Eternal War
Kings To Be Crowned By Bloodfilled