Luyện nghe bài hát Chapter 7

Standing tall by the bend
will bleed to the sea
She
Just as the estuary harbors the to break free

The war on the benevolent
Glows for her to see
They stand
And her command

As they clutch their swords and wield their
As hoist the sails and abandon the fields
She prepares them for they've all awaited for so long

Time has to hone the spears
To and prepare for the source of their fears
For the true amalgamation of evil may have them live on through song

Gods, blow the wind to our
Men, tip the end of the

Rejoice (rejoice), remember this day as we to the sun
αἱ σκιαὶ τὴν ἠῶ τέκοιεν (EYE TEN EH-O TEEK-TOY-EN)
May the birth the dawn

When her white meets their gazes
Their impulsive souls their ground
and valor fills their faces
Even knowing each one of them may be to drown

Just a child, and frail
But the leader the warrior huntsmen all
For her see the truth inside
And the have nowhere left to hide

Great White
We stand by your
Brave White
We won't stop there's no one left to stand

Gods, the wind to our sails
Men, tip the end of the

Rejoice, remember this day as we to the sun
αἱ σκιαὶ τὴν ἠῶ τέκοιεν (EYE TEN EH-O TEEK-TOY-EN)
May the birth the dawn

Soft is the wind that gently by her cheek
And warm is the sun her soul had long dying to seek
But this embrace is in truth a bitter goodbye
For they sail to the point the clouds rip the sun right off the sky

My
Hoist the sails and brace for
Huntsmen
We will fight 'till the take our last breath

Rejoice, this day as we sail to the sun
Mark this day as the day the judgement's battle has begun