Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Cry

Impotently at the end of an era we
As a last rampart we protect the ancient
Our valour multiply our
But this is not
Falsehood and have reduced our lines
And increased the of the enemy of the ancient gods
thirst of lands and power will bring death and destruction for centuries to come
The gods, offended by whom have them, have forget us
As two terrible dragons arrays clash
One white as his prophet's livery, in nothingness and emptiness of his sentences
The other one red, as shame and for thousand years of eggression endured
Through sparks and flames, bloody rivers flood through the green
The schock is terrible and sons of the earth lost their lives on the field
they were, now full of hate infused by the priests of the god of the desert
For a supposed difference of
The white dispers and disbound his enemies, divouring them with fierce
Without mercy, honour!
And after our killing, convert our sons with tortures
They fill our sons with fear and suspect, hate and ignorance
Another era have to pass over
But is linear in the circle of time
The wyrd repeat himself and the forgotten forces will themselves
our sacrifice!