Luyện nghe bài hát Return From Grace

ZAVORASH!

Wastelands Of Cold, The Beauty
Memories Stained By The Blood
An Urge To There On The Gather
A On Our Ancestral Grounds
Then Forge Revenge On Those Who The Tale Come True
Cremate On Their Own Fires
Judge To Fall 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
The Blood That Shall Cover The Earth
They Came With Words Of
Our Reply Out By Axe
Singing Their Songs
While Life Spills Out Before

Ancestral Souls Among Us
Those Who Watched The Lake The Cross
Mountains And Pinewoods Tales Behold
Of The Sin That Sank The
Us Strength To Kill
And Laugh While The Sword Deep
Tears Will Never Quench
The Firefull Beyond Their Grace

For When Forces Its Dreadful Stake
Through The Heart Of The Soul
The Dead Will Never Find Their
And Souls Again Black
Their Lies Fall Time
In A Plague With Fallen
Even If They Us With Their Lives
They Sealed Their Own

We Our Banner In The Wind
Legioneers To Bring To An End
May It Be We Are The Sin
But Our Call We Shall
The Darkened Blade Through The Of Light
We The Tyrants
Of An Eternal War
Kings To Be Crowned By Bloodfilled