Luyện nghe bài hát Return From Grace

ZAVORASH!

Wastelands Of Cold, The Deathlike
Stained By The Tainted Blood
An Urge To There On The Hillside
A On Our Ancestral Grounds
Then Forge Revenge On Who Made The Tale Come True
Cremate Them On Their Own
Judge Them To Fall This Earth
Under The Weight Of Our

Let The Altar By The Winternight
And The Icon Burn By Our
Let The Gate Be Crushed And Vengeance
Like The Blood Shall Cover The Earth
They Came With Words Of
Our Sung Out By Axe
Singing Pestful Songs
While Life Spills Out Before

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

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

We Rally Our In The Wind
To Bring Time 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 By Bloodfilled Rage