Luyện nghe bài hát The Blessing Of Death

For who fear the dark
Shall always be
who live thru spells
Restless will taste

dead the promised
Land of
The coming
of damnation

Awakened - holy - witches blood
Devils spawn - - by no priest
instinct - evil - shall prevail
Burning death - alive - faith fail

Fire with me
Lord of the dead to me

I was a child
The dark would call my

In my thru blood and fire I'd revel
"Pactum cum diabolo" born of the

Swinging, smiling - from a tree
For lost the blessing
I always be

Blasphemy - against - all holy
Merciless - to all - unfold thee

Fire walk me
of the dead talk to me

Fate given birth servant of evil
Though, I'm a witch I can't die by fire
I feel only the pain the pain the one

They've tied me to the

I my fate
The grow oh so high
I that I could die