Luyện nghe bài hát Return From Grace

ZAVORASH!

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

Let The Altar By The Winternight
And The Burn By Our Hate
Let The Gate Be And Vengeance Dance
Like The That Shall Cover The Earth
Came With Words Of Light
Our Reply Out By Axe
Singing Their Songs
Life Spills Out Before Them

Ancestral Souls Us Gather
Those Who Watched The Lake Before The
Through And Pinewoods Tales Behold
Of The Sin Sank The North
Bringing Us Strength To
And Laugh While The Sword Cuts
Their Will Never Quench
The Firefull Beyond Their Grace

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

We Our Banner In The Wind
To Bring Time To An End
May It Be We Are The Sin
But Our Call We Shall
The Darkened Blade The Heart Of Light
We The Faithless
Covenants Of An War
To Be Crowned By Bloodfilled Rage