Luyện nghe bài hát Wolverine

Deep in the dark of the forest came calls of from the wolverine
As they danced wicked dance round the fire in a dead trance
Raising the to the night darkly seek to their own delight
Sacrifice to the son saving blood sip it one by one
Cleansing the altar awaiting the prize the virgin clad whiter than
Holding the mass and the cross pointed inverted below
the blade in the cold and blessed night holds it above to be marked
Hammering in the soft flesh below ripping and tearing the heart
Oh lord of this limbionic state take the we deliver to the gate
Cloven the cloak ascends from the earth this being never ends
As they fall to their knees and prey as the reimburse the day
Colder any mortal thing his hands stretch to infinity
All encompassing the flock there's no life in here any
Deeper than hades he brings to his the man who presented the mass
Questioning the high priest is drawn kneels to his master's request
Talking his left and passing it slow he ponders the mortal before
he moves and faster than hell he tears out this lunatics soul
Oh lord of this limbionic state take the prize we to the gate
Cleansing the altar awaiting the prize the virgin whiter than snow
Holding the mass and presenting the pointed inverted below
Doubles the blade in the cold and blessed night holds it above to be
Hammering down in the soft below ripping and tearing the heart
Oh lord of this limbionic state take this we deliver to the gate
in the dark of the forest came calls of sound from the wolverine