Luyện nghe bài hát The Hordes

Advancing through the

Putrescence given living

A hideous
your sight
And chills soul
of a field of dead remains
A horde of revenants is baying to your brains

When there's no more in hell
The dead will the earth

Erupting from the
voices raised
In symphony of evil
of soul
A ruinous
To your mind
With dread
of the recently deceased
Dead hands coffin lids and hammer wildly for their release

Here the hordes
on the march again
Bringing black terror to the of men
Post-mortal that flocks to human flesh
Here come the
come the hordes

Walking
With suppurating
Disfigured
Illuminated by the
A haste
To on human flesh and blood
All erased
of you...
Freak disinterment of the dear dead
Your late lamented relatives are racing to your head

When no more room in hell
The dead will walk the

Inspired to live
A rotten
forms of men
Their victims
by the evil plague
To swell the
Of the
A spectacle so chilling human minds can scarcely
A panorama drawn in hell that proffers but deep despair

Here come the
on the march again
Bringing terror to the world of men
multitude that flocks to human flesh
Here come the
Here come the