Luyện nghe bài hát Return From Grace

ZAVORASH!

Wastelands Of Cold, The Beauty
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 Tale Come
Them On Their Own Fires
Judge Them To Fall This Earth
The Weight Of Our Steel

Let The Crumble By The Winternight
And The Burn By Our Hate
Let The Gate Be Crushed And Dance
Like The That Shall Cover The Earth
They Came 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 Mountains And Pinewoods Tales
Of The Sin That Sank The
Bringing Us Strength To
And Laugh While The Sword Cuts
Tears Will Never Quench
The Firefull Hate Their Grace

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

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