Luyện nghe bài hát Return From Grace

ZAVORASH!

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

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

Ancestral Souls Among Us
Who Watched The Lake Before The Cross
Through Mountains And Tales Behold
Of The Sin That Sank The
Us Strength To Kill
And While The Sword Cuts Deep
Their Tears Never Quench
The Firefull Hate Beyond Grace

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

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 Crowned By Bloodfilled