Luyện nghe bài hát Wolverine

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