Luyện nghe bài hát Witchking

[Lyrics by Bjelland]
[Music by Storesund]

On the northern I ride
a dead and pale sky
With a black cloak of
That carry me over the gloomy
In the darkness of
Lays an old and creature
Maimed by the power of the
Bearer of the of heathen sorcery

An aerial meets me there
Beyond the of fear
And guide me to darkened place
Of sorcery

The witchking is drawing
Slowly from his tomb of hellburning horror
of demensions turn their their heads
To the mist avoiding his of delusion
A blast of a fireball burns my soul of madness to dust
I can no longer see but I hear the laughter as I slowly cease
by the power of darkness
Brought to him by the ancient of pagan fears