Luyện nghe bài hát Return From Grace

ZAVORASH!

Wastelands Of Cold, The Beauty
Memories Stained By The Tainted
An Urge To There On The Hillside
A Warmass On Our Grounds
Forge Revenge On Those Who Made The Tale Come True
Cremate Them On Their Own
Judge Them To From This Earth
The Weight Of Our Steel

Let The Altar Crumble By The
And The Burn By Our Hate
Let The Gate Be Crushed And Dance
Like The Blood Shall Cover The Earth
They Came With Of Light
Our Sung Out By Axe
Their Pestful Songs
While Spills Out Before Them

Souls Among Us Gather
Those Who Watched The Lake The Cross
Through Mountains And Pinewoods Tales
Of The Sin That Sank The
Bringing Us To Kill
And Laugh While The Cuts Deep
Their Tears Never Quench
The Firefull Hate Beyond Grace

For When Forces Its Dreadful Stake
Through The Heart Of The Soul
The Will Never Find Their Peace
And Souls Again Turn
Their Lies Fall From
In A Plague With Countless
Even If Fear Us With Their Lives
They Sealed Own Death

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