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 wracked by Fears unnatural I Scan The Horizon
Watching, hoping for of the Signal Fire
Great Gift of Prometheus, reward me with the that Troy has
Fallen!
It is She who commands me thus to remain upon this roof
Watching, waiting... willful, calculating Woman, who plots
And Schemes, a King!!!

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

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

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

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

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