Luyện nghe bài hát Demons Rising

The crown, my
Like a does it seem
I all alone
In a dark and dream

is the bitter taste
Of the blarney hell
was a life to waste
And the witches did it

as I sit
On a and empty throne
The thanes, men
All fled, I am alone

is the bitter taste
Of my hopes to fall
There was a to waste
I see demons tall

No use to run and
No use to run and

Now as my dreams lie in pieces
is the glory after all
Now as I amidst the ruins
I see demons rising tall, rising tall

Still I am
No fear in my there'll be
No man, man of woman
Shall power over me

Yet there is a taste
Of the that did fall
I had a life to
I see rising tall

They have tied me to a
I cannot fly, but I must fight the course
What's he was not born of woman?
Such a one am I to fear or

is thy name?
Thou'lt be afraid to it
No, though thou thyself a hotter name than any is in hell
My Macbeth

The himself could not pronounce
A title hateful to mine ear
No, nor more fearful, thou liest, abhorred
With my I'll prove the lie thou speak'st

wast born of woman, but swords I smile at
Weapons laugh to scorn, brandished by man of a woman born
Why should 1 play the Roman fool, and die on own sword?
Whiles I see lives, the gashes do upon them

Turn, hell-hound,
Macduff, of all men else I have thee
But get back, my soul is too much charged
With blood of already

I have no words, my voice is in my
Thou bloodier villain than terms can give out

Thou losest labor, as easy mayst
The intrenchant air with thy keen sword as make me bleed
Let fall thy on vulnerable crests, I bear a charmed life
Which not yield to one of woman born

thy charm and let the angel whom thou
Still hast served tell Macduff
Was from his womb untimely ripped
be that tongue that tells me so

For it cowed my better part of man
And be juggling fiends no more believed
That palter with us in a sense
That keep the of promise to our ear
And it to our hope, I'll not fight with thee

Then thee, coward, I will not yield
To kiss the ground before feet
And to be baited the rabble's curse
Though thou being of no woman born, yet I will try the last

Before my I throw my warlike shield
Lay on, Macduff and be him that first cries
Hold, enough, my fate may have turned to
But at least I 'II die harness on my back