Luyện nghe bài hát At War with The Race

Born unto a nation,
The dying of our breed.
of,an ancient past,
Of those that knew so before....

But goes on...
breed,
our suffering,
for the strong.

To is the way of the warrior,
Regret not which we have done,
that which we have not.

in our pride,
Cast the o'er again.
Let thy be thy guide,
Let thy be thy gain.
And feed.

rapture.
The sword so held,
Marked with the of death (the certainty of life).

Time,the foe of all would'st not taste.
Let will be fulfilled,
Let the go to waste.

Let the run.
At war the race (of humanity).

[Lyrics-Greg,June
[Music-Simon, Winter