Luyện nghe bài hát A Voice Born of Stone and Dust

From the dust, assembling
Lashing out with flint and
Matted furs, hides
Withered skin, black pits for
In ancient days we the ice
We crushed the Jhag at gruesome
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 sun in a voice born of stone and dust

A ritual to our race
In undeath, our severed fates
The of shamans old
To hunt the lords of cold
We drift the sands of wrath
The wielders of the fire's
An ancient
Elderbound, bloodbound,

from death
We march, we
to the throne
We march, we
Cursed by
We march, we
of bone
We

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

of sorrow
Spell of
of fire
ice

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