Luyện nghe bài hát Demons Rising

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

Such is the bitter
Of the outta hell
was a life to waste
And the witches did it

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

is the bitter taste
Of my hopes to fall
There was a life to
I see rising tall

No use to run and
No use to run and

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

I am invincible
No fear in my heart be
No man, man of born
have power over me

Yet there is a bitter
Of the madness did fall
I had a life to
I see rising tall

They have me to a stake
I cannot fly, but bear-like I must the course
What's he that was not of woman?
Such a one am I to or none

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

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

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

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

I no words, my voice is in my sword
Thou bloodier villain than can give thee out

Thou losest labor, as easy thou
The intrenchant air with thy keen impress as make me bleed
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests, I bear a charmed
Which must not yield to one of woman

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

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

yield thee, coward, I will not yield
To kiss the before your feet
And to be baited with the 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 damned be him first cries
Hold, enough, my may have turned to black
But at I 'II die with harness on my back