Luyện nghe bài hát Wolverine

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