Luyện nghe bài hát Death

I will your final breath
And I be your last regret
blood runs in my blackened heart
Tearing every soul

Messenger of wields the scythe
Of man's
Messenger of death his blade
For

Sin is all I feast
I'm my crematorium
Your is waiting here for you
to my ritual

Messenger of death wields the
Of man's
Messenger of holds his blade
For

Death rides out the storm
humanity
There's no escape this
Human

rides out from the storm
We to God and cry
we turn to face
This from the sky

Death rides out the storm
No time left to
No quarter, no
No line of self

Death rides out from the
In we confess
Our is heard no more
His is merciless

Death rides out the storm
Deface
There's no escape from
Human

Death out from the storm
We to God and cry
we turn to face
This from the sky

Messenger of death the scythe
Of damnation
of death holds his blade
For