Luyện nghe bài hát The Dead Sing

listen to the which we sing you mortal fools
it is a song of filled with hate
for the fury and of hell is burning
burning your soul, your fate

we take what we need, there is no egress
we will sate our desires on all that is
since the of time evil has lived and dwelled
the shadows between the worlds

searing the
the spirit
scorched existence
burnt to
the skies to fire
all perished in
boiling the
the soul

as are scattered, who's next for the pyre?
whose essence is to the fire?
we need your to set us free
the hundreth soul, corrupt and

souls trapped in the dark with no hope of salvation
await the eve of destruction, to to your dimension
all the denizens of will journey from that world
to pain and darkness upon every man and child

the sentence is death, and pain not escape
struggle for breath in your nemesis is shaped

what a way to die!
skin stripped from
your lifeless body
into
spectres are hunting, for mortal
all your will be devoured!

vengeance is by the torments of hell
even the dead shall shred of fear
hatred is satiated by the lost that fell
the dead cry for help; cry for help!