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 treason reduced our lines
And increased the ones of the enemy of the gods
Their thirst of lands and power will bring death and for centuries to come
The gods, offended by whom have blackened them, forget us
As two dragons battle arrays clash
One as his prophet's livery, tint in nothingness and emptiness of his sentences
The one red, as shame and rage for thousand years of eggression endured
Through sparks and flames, bloody rivers flood through the green
The schock is and many sons of the earth lost their lives on the field
Brother were, now full of hate infused by the priests of the god of the desert
For a difference of belives
The white dragon dispers and his enemies, divouring them with fierce
Without mercy, honour!
And after our killing, they convert our sons tortures
They our sons hearts with fear and suspect, hate and ignorance
Another era will to pass over
But nothing is linear in the circle of
The wyrd repeat himself and the forgotten will free themselves
our sacrifice!