Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Cry

Impotently at the end of an era we
As a last we protect the ancient wisdom
Our valour our blades
But is not enough
Falsehood and treason have reduced our
And the ones of the enemy of the ancient gods
Their thirst of lands and power will bring death and destruction for centuries to
The gods, offended by whom have blackened them, have us
As two terrible battle arrays clash
One white as his prophet's livery, tint in nothingness and of his sentences
The other one red, as shame and rage for years of eggression endured
Through sparks and flames, rivers flood through the green plains
The schock is terrible and many sons of the earth lost lives on the field
Brother they were, now full of hate by the priests of the god of the desert
For a supposed of belives
The dragon dispers and disbound his enemies, divouring them with fierce
mercy, without honour!
And after our killing, they convert our sons with
They fill our sons with fear and suspect, hate and ignorance
Another era will to pass over
But nothing is in the circle of time
The wyrd repeat himself and the forces will free themselves
our sacrifice!