Luyện nghe bài hát Ritual

My chosen the time is right

Death like a mist you tonight

The purest of hate upon thee

Most traits of inhumanity

But oh, the for me
Is not just you die
No not the fear
That in your eyes
No the for me
Is to that knife in
See disbelief
When you know the end

Crosses and pentagrams carved in your

Organs and nailed to the wall

Cryptic messages scrawled in your

Trophies extracted and from the scene

Ahh, planned right to
to every cut
And of nail
Ahh, a pure
To the
of virtue
Who possesses my

Drained of every of blood
ain't no salvation
No god and no
Oh, as your drains
And hope dies
And worst fears
Now
And the
And the lack of
The merciless
That has of you