Luyện nghe bài hát Demons Rising

The crown, my
a burden does it seem
I all alone
In a dark and empty

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

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

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

No use to run and
No use to run and

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

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

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

They have tied me to a
I fly, but bear-like I must fight the course
What's he that was not born of
Such a one am I to fear or

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

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

Thou wast born of woman, but swords I at
laugh to scorn, brandished by man that's of a woman born
Why should 1 play the Roman fool, and die on mine own
Whiles I see lives, the gashes do better them

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

I have no words, my is in my sword
Thou villain than terms can give thee out

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

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

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

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

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