Luyện nghe bài hát A Voice Born of Stone and Dust

From the dust, form
out with flint and bone
Matted furs, rotting
Withered skin, black pits for
In ancient days we the ice
We the Jhag at gruesome price
Now we heed the First Sword's call
His wrath is kindled, a must fall

Severed death
We march, we
Bound to the
We march, we
by Tellann
We march, we
of bone
We

We cry to the blood-red sun in a voice born of stone and

A ritual to our race
In vast undeath, our fates
The sorcery of old
To ever the lords of cold
We drift within the of wrath
The wielders of the path
An ancient
Elderbound, bloodbound,

from death
We march, we
Bound to the
We march, we
Cursed by
We march, we
Warriors of
We

We cry to the sun in a voice born of stone and dust

Spell of
Spell of
Breath of
ice

We cry to the sun in a voice born of stone and dust