Luyện nghe bài hát The Lord Of Mortal Pestilence

Storm-lord, the One
Poison of our
In times of darkness, of and decay
he grasps all over
His stench hovers as
in the of fraticide

An impressive of a cadaverous epiphany
A blasphemy of the darkest atrocity

me, mortal beings
to a a cry of fear
to evil
shattered are your
My breath, a wind
of pestilence
heaves torment, pain and
suffer in your

Chaos, no
misery, no
minds hold the key
Benevolence, I for thee

Drowned in fear, shrouded in
Mourning eternally in a spiritual

beat of his heart
is a death-toll chiming in a
As chimes grow
the shudders in his wake
His lament is a
to the Gods of Darkness
All contempt is a
blasphemous sacrilege to his