Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Cry

Impotently at the end of an era we
As a last rampart we protect the ancient
Our multiply our blades
But this is not
Falsehood and treason have our lines
And increased the ones of the enemy of the gods
Their thirst of lands and power 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 prophet's livery, tint in and emptiness of his sentences
The one red, as shame and rage for thousand years of eggression endured
Through and flames, bloody rivers flood through the green plains
The schock is terrible and many sons of the lost 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 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 and suspect, hate and ignorance
era will have to pass over
But is linear in the circle of time
The wyrd repeat himself and the forgotten forces free themselves
our sacrifice!