Luyện nghe bài hát Wolverine

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