Luyện nghe bài hát Return From Grace

ZAVORASH!

Wastelands Of Cold, The Beauty
Memories Stained By The Tainted
An Urge To On The Hillside Gather
A Warmass On Our Grounds
Then Revenge On Those Who Made The Tale Come True
Them On Their Own Fires
Judge Them To Fall From Earth
Under The Weight Of Our

Let The Altar By The Winternight
And The Icon By Our Hate
Let The Be Crushed And Vengeance Dance
Like The Blood That Shall Cover The
Came With Words Of Light
Our Reply Out By Axe
Singing Their Songs
While Life Out Before Them

Ancestral Souls Among Us
Who Watched The Lake Before The Cross
Through Mountains And Pinewoods Behold
Of The Sin That The North
Bringing Us Strength To
And Laugh The Sword Cuts Deep
Their Tears Will Never
The Hate Beyond Their Grace

For Sorrow Forces Its Dreadful Stake
Through The Heart Of The Soul
The Dead Will Never Find Their
And Again Turn Black
Lies Fall From Time
In A With Countless Fallen
Even If They Us With Their Lives
Sealed Their Own Death

We Rally Our Banner In The
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 Tyrants
Of An Eternal War
Kings To Be By Bloodfilled Rage