Luyện nghe bài hát Upon The Dark Throne

Upon the of thrones the true God is visible
The filthy sound of ten thousand morbid deaths
my body with your destructive visions death

Writhe in my bastard tormented ego
Soak my in alcohol
Create the beast these armored walls
I not let others in

So the race
So cold but we tormented
We know so well
Not to hide yet to stay

You sit upon the darkest of
Yet still as miserable, as necro
As evil, as hungry, as I