Luyện nghe bài hát A Voice Born of Stone and Dust

From the dust, assembling
out with flint and bone
Matted furs, rotting
skin, black pits for eyes
In ancient days we the ice
We crushed the Jhag at price
Now we must heed the First call
His wrath is kindled, a doom fall

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

A ritual to bind our
In undeath, our severed fates
The of shamans old
To ever hunt the of cold
We drift within the of wrath
The of the fire's path
An magic
Elderbound, bloodbound,

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

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

of sorrow
Spell of
Breath of
ice

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