Luyện nghe bài hát Massacre

Down the vast in morning mist cold
Into the deep valley below
Twothousand stallions foaming hate
their masters towards their fate
Into the they ride
men too young to die
Massacre...

Coming from side prepared for attack
Covered in now there is no turning back
Once so peaceful valley echoes with
Cascades of and brains as the midday sun rise
a bloodred sky
None will live to face the
Massacre...

Amidst the scattered limbs dead finally comes to peace
While the stench of blood grows in the mild midday breeze
Circling the sky the vultures wait to their part
To descend of of death and feast from human hearts
The battle is still someone always wins
And now they descend on death's black
Massacre...