Luyện nghe bài hát Return From Grace

ZAVORASH!

Wastelands Of Cold, The Beauty
Stained By The Tainted Blood
An Urge To There On The Gather
A On Our Ancestral Grounds
Then Forge Revenge On Those Who The Tale Come True
Cremate Them On Own Fires
Them To Fall From This Earth
Under The Of Our Steel

Let The Crumble By The Winternight
And The Icon By Our Hate
Let The Gate Be Crushed And Dance
The Blood That Shall Cover The Earth
They With Words Of Light
Our Reply Out By Axe
Singing Their Songs
While Spills Out Before Them

Ancestral Among Us Gather
Those Who Watched The Lake Before The
Through Mountains And Pinewoods Behold
Of The Sin That Sank The
Bringing Us Strength To
And While The Sword Cuts Deep
Their Tears Never Quench
The Firefull Hate Beyond Grace

For When Sorrow Its Dreadful Stake
Through The Heart Of The Spoiled
The Dead Will Never Their Peace
And Souls Again Black
Their Fall From Time
In A With Countless Fallen
Even If They Us With Their Lives
They Sealed Own Death

We Rally Our 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
Of An Eternal War
Kings To Be Crowned By Bloodfilled