Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Cry

Impotently at the end of an era we
As a last we protect the ancient wisdom
Our multiply our blades
But is not enough
and treason have reduced our lines
And increased the ones of the enemy of the gods
thirst of lands and power will bring death and destruction for centuries to come
The gods, offended by whom have blackened them, forget us
As two dragons battle arrays 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 and flames, bloody rivers flood through the green plains
The schock is terrible and many sons of the earth lost their lives on the
Brother they were, now of hate infused by the priests of the god of the desert
For a supposed difference of
The dragon dispers and disbound his enemies, divouring them with fierce
mercy, without honour!
And after our killing, they convert our sons tortures
They fill our sons hearts fear and suspect, hate and ignorance
era will have to pass over
But nothing is in the circle of time
The wyrd himself and the forgotten forces will free themselves
our sacrifice!