Luyện nghe bài hát Demons Rising

The crown, my
Like a burden it seem
I all alone
In a and empty dream

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 have fled, I am

Such is the bitter
Of my hopes to fall
was a life to waste
I see rising 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 stand the ruins
I see demons tall, demons rising tall

Still I am
No fear in my heart be
No man, man of woman
have power over me

Yet there is a taste
Of the madness that did
I had a to waste
I see demons tall

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

What is thy
Thou'lt be to hear it
No, though thou call'st thyself a name than any is in hell
My name's

The devil himself could not
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 that's of a born
Why should 1 the Roman fool, and die on mine own sword?
Whiles I see lives, the do better upon them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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