Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Cry

Impotently at the end of an era we
As a last rampart we protect the wisdom
Our multiply our blades
But is not enough
Falsehood and have reduced our lines
And increased the ones of the of the ancient gods
Their thirst of lands and power will bring and destruction for centuries to come
The gods, by whom 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 years of eggression endured
Through sparks and flames, bloody rivers 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 infused by the priests of the god of the
For a supposed difference of
The dragon dispers and disbound his enemies, divouring them with fierce
mercy, without honour!
And after our killing, they our sons with tortures
They fill our sons hearts with fear and suspect, and ignorance
Another era will have to over
But nothing is linear in the of time
The wyrd himself and the forgotten forces will free themselves
our sacrifice!