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 On Our Ancestral Grounds
Forge Revenge On Those Who Made The Tale Come True
Cremate On Their Own Fires
Them To Fall From This Earth
Under The Of Our Steel

Let The Crumble By The Winternight
And The Burn By Our Hate
Let The Be Crushed And Vengeance Dance
Like The That Shall Cover The Earth
They Came With Words Of
Our Reply Out By Axe
Singing Their Songs
While Spills Out Before Them

Ancestral Among Us Gather
Who Watched The Lake Before The Cross
Through And Pinewoods Tales Behold
Of The Sin That The North
Bringing Us To Kill
And Laugh While The Sword Cuts
Their Tears Will Quench
The Firefull Hate Beyond Their

For When Sorrow Its Dreadful Stake
The Heart Of The Spoiled Soul
The Dead Will Find Their Peace
And Souls Again Black
Their Fall From Time
In A Plague With Fallen
Even If They Fear Us With Lives
They Their Own Death

We Rally Our In The Wind
To Bring Time To An End
May It Be We Are The Sin
But Our Call We Follow
The Darkened Blade The Heart Of Light
We The Tyrants
Covenants Of An War
Kings To Be Crowned By Bloodfilled