Luyện nghe bài hát Wolverine

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