Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Mourning

Evil son, spread your wings of deepest
Spit on God, may His be forgotten

The son of the mourning, a gift to our
Christ stands no more, so bestow your force upon us
into the wall of these restless souls
Eternally lost in fear of your son

You have suffering that dove of life has died
and terrorized by the fear you feel inside
Caught within the of blood, evil, departed sea
Immortal but now it's to forever bleed

We saw the truth and it's the of the blood o
O your false
The mourning son has now control, so what if evil?