Luyện nghe bài hát Warborn

Amidst a swirling din of
And screaming on the battlefield
Reared on the teat of my dear war
Hardened to stone through
Mocked, beaten and
A severed umbilical cord

The wind sings its sad
a blackened and hollow ribcage
I'm to die in divine
With the flames as my

This realm of inhuman
Where the blood rains
To my brothers fallen before me
I walk with you again

This my playground
The horizon is ablaze
The village illuminates the sky
As fire destroys their

glee I rape and torture
My pleasure is pain
a vigor unholy, I'll fight to my doom
'Til I've the Christian God's ways

Sure it must be such a world
To which those on the exist
At least I know who loves me
No delusions, all dismissed

era of inhuman tragedy
To be by my iron hand
The bellowed to crematory highs
To of the God-fearing man

The wind sings its sad
Through a and hollow ribcage
I'm to die in divine
With the as my grave

This of inhuman carnage
Where the blood eternally
To my brothers fallen before me
I will walk you again