Luyện nghe bài hát The Conjuring

They raise their glasses, as he surveys
is increasing, anger makes his eyes gleam
Seeing his foes, celebrating their
He gives a promise, that he will his enemy
Godforsaken fools..... I will

Raise, raise, my fiends of light
Up from your graves, the night
Raise, raise, my dark of light
Up from graves, into the night

As he nearby, he speaks the incantation
Tearing the dead, back from their
Ground starts to quake, as they return from graves
Thousands of corpses, rushing like waves
Godforsaken fools..... I return

Raise, raise, my dark fiends of
Up from your graves, into the
Raise, raise, my dark fiends of
Up from graves, into the night

Follow him blind, have heard his call
Incessantly marching, for the fall
Clattering blades, made to strike and
Thirsting for blood, their task they will

Raise, raise, the dark fiends of
Up your graves, into the night
Raise, raise, the dark fiends of
Up from your graves, into the