Luyện nghe bài hát The Dance Of The Pagan Slaves

oh, cursed profanated thougths of return to me
receive my every fall, my every and misfortune
and wrath will born you
stronger sounds of bells
instincts will wake
pagan of our blood
professing to the of horned evil

the war we'll
will be the fall of god's flock
we'll have a bloodbath and covered with
we'll praise the of the highest
what's you god for us
he had leaded people to slavery
his angels falling night like dead swans
to rise never

around the wooden symbols
transmitting the power from hands to
for god of gods, king of kings
unholy