Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Cry

Impotently at the end of an era we
As a last rampart we protect the ancient
Our multiply our blades
But this is not
Falsehood and treason have reduced our
And increased the ones of the enemy of the ancient
Their thirst of lands and power will bring death and destruction for to come
The gods, offended by have blackened them, have forget us
As two dragons battle arrays clash
One white as his prophet's livery, in nothingness and emptiness of his sentences
The other one red, as shame and rage for thousand years of endured
Through sparks and flames, bloody rivers through the green plains
The schock is terrible and many sons of the earth lost lives on the field
Brother were, now full of hate infused 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, they our sons with tortures
They fill our sons hearts with and suspect, hate and ignorance
Another era have to pass over
But nothing is linear in the circle of
The wyrd repeat himself and the forgotten will free themselves
our sacrifice!