Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Cry

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