Luyện nghe bài hát Death

I will take final breath
And I will be your regret
Cold blood runs in my blackened
every soul apart

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

Sin is all I feast
I'm forging my
Your tomb is waiting for you
to my ritual

Messenger of death the scythe
Of man's
Messenger of death holds his
For

Death rides out the storm
humanity
There's no from this
calamity

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

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

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

Death rides out from the
humanity
There's no from this
calamity

Death rides out from the
We to God and cry
Ignored we to face
This vengeance the sky

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