Luyện nghe bài hát As Torches Rise

I take a around,
The blood of our men has painted the
are corpses lying everywhere
Some try to pray, some cry in
As our enemy its way through our lines
Desperate thoughts over our minds
Is to be the end of our days?

The enemy
our front lines down
With hate in their faces, with hate in their
of men lying wounded on the ground
No one can them,
To destiny they're bound

I think of my family, I of my home
by a fearful tone:
"We're practically dead, they'll us all!"
Through a cloud of dust I see our right wing

This war will swallow us all
What happen to our loved-ones,
The ones fighting for?
I will not stand and watch this army
We will back, hear us roar

Pull our lines
Our is greater than the worst stormy weather
I the sword in my hand, this is for my brothers,
is for my land
With blood on my to battle I ride
With dust in my eyes, with faith in my
death do us part

From the skies a man came down to
He lead our way and rode
How dark the may seem
A new day heals

I stroll the field, the morning has broken,
Our been sealed
The hooves have plowed the to mud,
Familiar in ponds of blood
A lands on my face,
Melts and away
The sun red that day