Luyện nghe bài hát Death

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

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

Sin is all I upon
I'm my crematorium
Your tomb is here for you
Welcome to my

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

Death out from the storm
humanity
There's no from this
Human

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

Death rides out from the
No time to repent
No quarter, no
No of self defense

Death out from the storm
In we confess
Our voice is heard no
His is merciless

rides out from the storm
Deface
no escape from this
Human

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

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