Luyện nghe bài hát Swallowed

The blue of doom
Fell upon my
Felt my sword

Beheading for a
Our swords with blood
the melting sun
The is for pagan lords
Returning the hunt
Our village was set
The females for help
The have scarred our sacred land

Ashes and smoke were
To us of failure
The women had been
By the rodents of the
of the disease
Left for us to
We must please Satan attack the rodents of the

Battle...

by the sand

The was fully conquered
But the desert not be owned
They slithered to the
To praise Yahweh at
The children had taken
Their juice sucked into the
The sun reflected their
consumed by the rodents below

The blue cloud of
Fell my land
Felt my sword