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 darkly to their own delight
to the only son saving blood sip it one by one
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 night holds it above to be
Hammering down in the soft flesh ripping and tearing the heart
Oh lord of limbionic state take the prize we deliver to the gate
Cloven the demons cloak ascends from the earth this being ends
As they fall to their knees and as the night reimburse the day
Colder than any mortal thing his hands to infinity
All the flock there's no life in here any more
Deeper than hades he brings to his the man who presented the mass
Questioning nothing the high is drawn kneels to his master's request
Talking his left hand and passing it slow he the mortal before
Swiftly he and faster than hell he tears out this lunatics soul
Oh lord of this limbionic state the prize we deliver to the gate
Cleansing the altar awaiting the prize the virgin whiter than snow
Holding the and presenting the cross pointed inverted below
Doubles the blade in the cold and blessed night holds it to be marked
Hammering down in the soft flesh below and tearing the heart
Oh lord of this limbionic state take prize we deliver to the gate
Deep in the of the forest came calls of sound from the wolverine