Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Cry

Impotently at the end of an era we
As a rampart we protect the ancient wisdom
Our valour multiply our
But is not enough
Falsehood and treason reduced our lines
And increased the ones of the of the ancient gods
Their thirst of lands and power bring death and destruction for centuries to come
The gods, offended by whom have blackened them, forget us
As two terrible dragons battle clash
One white as his prophet's livery, tint in nothingness and of his sentences
The one red, as shame and rage for thousand years of eggression endured
sparks and flames, bloody rivers flood through the green plains
The schock is terrible and many sons of the earth their lives on the field
Brother they were, now full of hate by the priests of the god of the desert
For a supposed difference of
The white dragon dispers and disbound his enemies, them with fierce
mercy, without honour!
And after our killing, convert our sons with tortures
They fill our sons hearts with and suspect, hate and ignorance
Another era will have to pass
But nothing is linear in the circle of
The wyrd repeat himself and the forgotten forces will themselves
our sacrifice!