Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze Of Victory (The Watchman's Song)

[ MUSIC & LYRICS BY DAVID ]

WATCHMAN:]
Blessed Gods, Cold Stars, release me from my suffering
Anxious, Weary, my Mind wracked by Fears unnatural I Scan The
Watching, hoping for of the Signal Fire
Great Gift of Prometheus, reward me with the news that has
Fallen!
It is She who commands me to remain upon this Palace roof
Watching, waiting... willful, calculating Woman, who plots
And Schemes, a King!!!

No sleep, no Dreams, only Fear upon my couch and Ravages
My
Yes Sorrow and Fear for become of this House
Once so Great, now lost and cold, Hungry Spirits these Halls
But I'll keep my Faith and Pray for our release from all
suffering...

Look there... at last... Conquest! Blaze of Triumph,
I Greet thee, I thee most Welcome Visitor from the Depths
Of the
Rape the Sky like a Royal Sun, turn Mournful Night into
Day!

Awake of Agamemnon, rise from thy sleep
Cry the Morning Song of Victory, for the of Ilion has Fallen
The God of proclaims it so
We'll reap this Harvest of Flame, give Thanks and Pay
To the Deities made us...

Oh let it be so, let our Fleet in Honour
Over Lord Poseidon?s Sea, safe from Wind and
Let me stand before my King and Pledge him Sword and for his Glory

A grips my voice, no more from me now
Yet if this could speak what a Tale it could tell
Of Savage Murder, Betrayal, Ravenous Feasting and a Daimon an
Unquenchable thirst for Blood and Flesh!!!
No, no from me, let actions speak! AWAKE!!!