Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Cry

Impotently at the end of an era we
As a last rampart we the ancient wisdom
Our valour our blades
But this is not
and treason have reduced our lines
And increased the ones of the enemy of the gods
Their thirst of lands and power will bring death and destruction for to come
The gods, by whom have blackened them, have 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 of eggression endured
Through sparks and flames, bloody rivers flood through the green
The schock is terrible and many sons of the earth their lives on the field
they 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 disbound his enemies, divouring with fierce
mercy, without honour!
And after our killing, convert our sons with tortures
They fill our sons hearts fear and suspect, hate and ignorance
Another era will have to pass
But nothing is linear in the circle of
The repeat himself and the forgotten forces will free themselves
our sacrifice!