Luyện nghe bài hát Witchking

[Lyrics by Bjelland]
[Music by Storesund]

On the winds I ride
Under a and pale sky
With a black of ravenwings
That me over the gloomy hemisphere
In the of destruction
an old and cold creature
Maimed by the power of the
of the floods of heathen sorcery

An aerial servant me there
Beyond the dimension of
And guide me to darkened place
Of sorcery

The witchking is nearer
Slowly returning his tomb of hellburning horror
Demons of demensions their their heads
To the mist avoiding his eyes of
A blast of a fireball my suffering soul of madness to dust
I can no longer see but I hear the laughter as I slowly cease
Possessed by the of darkness
Brought to him by the ancient of pagan fears