Luyện nghe bài hát Ride The Wings Of Pestilence

Prologue: By the winter of
It the land in an uncontrolled

Famine, cold and pestilential
Surely this must be a damnation
Punishment from
Be it devil or that reaps this
nation
No one of us deserves thus
Oh lord, what we done
Oh God, you forsaken us?
I ride the air
On pestilential
I am the
That your kith and kin
I ride bed at night
An incubus so
My is seen throughout
The smoke of funeral
Black rats do my
begins
Cover your face, has heard
Here is for your sins
This you won't forget
You're burning from
In the final of horrid death
The proudest men forget their
They cry in immense
to be spared
But your god seems not to
Mothers, daughters, fathers,
All are prey
Twitching in bowel runs
I crave a toll
The deadringers the bell
For all of you who
I reap the in rage
You scream in mindless
gripped in my embrace
I purify, you putrefy, the end I
For your blasphemy, I you
disease, a funeral
I the helm and steer you into, a
hellish
You fall in the streets, in
your sheets, diabolic
And you don't why
Why your die
And you know why
On of death I ride
Now has come over
the
heat is low
The surviving few out
their
A flow...
I am the death, upon black
breath, I am death
I am the reason, children lie
crying, watching their

And I am formless,
relentless, you
see
And I am evil, I am disaster, I am

By the end of 1352, two
are
A tale of pestilence and
plague, and woe
Now I subside, die out,
yet I won
But I will return, in to
come, in different
Philip von
Stockholm, '97