Luyện nghe bài hát Wolverine

Deep in the dark of the forest calls of sound from the wolverine
As danced their wicked dance round the fire in a dead trance
Raising the chalice to the night seek to their own delight
Sacrifice to the only son blood sip it one by one
Cleansing the awaiting the prize the virgin clad whiter than snow
Holding the mass and the cross pointed inverted below
Doubles the in the cold and blessed night holds it above to be marked
Hammering down in the soft flesh below ripping and the heart
Oh lord of this state take the prize we deliver to the gate
the demons cloak ascends from the earth this being never ends
As they fall to knees and prey as the night reimburse the day
Colder any mortal thing his hands stretch to infinity
All encompassing the there's no life in here any more
Deeper than hades he brings to his side the man who the mass
Questioning nothing the high priest is drawn kneels to his master's
his left hand and passing it slow he ponders the mortal before
Swiftly he moves and faster than hell he tears out this soul
Oh lord of this limbionic state take the prize we to the gate
Cleansing the altar awaiting the prize the clad whiter than snow
Holding the mass and presenting the cross pointed below
the blade in the cold and blessed night holds it above to be marked
Hammering down in the soft flesh below ripping and the heart
Oh lord of this state take this prize we deliver to the gate
Deep in the dark of the forest calls of sound from the wolverine