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
and treason have reduced our lines
And the ones of the enemy 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 arrays
One white as his prophet's livery, tint in nothingness and emptiness of his
The other one red, as shame and for thousand years of eggression endured
Through sparks and flames, bloody rivers flood the green plains
The is terrible 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 disbound his enemies, divouring them fierce
Without mercy, honour!
And after our killing, they convert our with tortures
They our sons hearts with fear and suspect, hate and ignorance
Another era will have to over
But nothing is linear in the of time
The wyrd repeat himself and the forgotten forces free themselves
our sacrifice!