Luyện nghe bài hát Contest Of Wills

Enter a of bloody dismay
Where and man are cast
To be
Chants the mob
Feeds their victims
Without fail, the crowd is
To greet the
And besieged

A test of and valor
Spirits of honor and
every strike the mob is fed
Sickening,
For no in history
Hath death so greatfully

A test of strength and
Spirits of honor and
every strike the mob is fed
With sickening, bloodshed
bloodshed!

Power by the slaves
them into warriors
Commanded for
In a realm of
A realm of
butchery

Murder