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 dominion all
His stench as shame
in the house of

An impressive depravity of a epiphany
A profane of the darkest atrocity

me, mortal beings
to a a cry of fear
to evil
shattered are your
My breath, a torrid
of pestilence
heaves torment, and anguish
in your silence

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

Drowned in fear, in black
eternally in a spiritual lethargy

Every beat of his
is a death-toll chiming in a
As grow stronger
the earth shudders in his
His final is a
requiem to the Gods of
All contempt is a
blasphemous sacrilege to his