Luyện nghe bài hát Demons Rising

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

is the bitter taste
Of the outta hell
There was a to waste
And the witches did it

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

Such is the taste
Of my about to fall
There was a to waste
I see rising tall

No use to run and
No use to run and

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

I am invincible
No fear in my heart be
No man, man of woman
Shall have over me

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

They tied me to a stake
I cannot fly, but bear-like I must fight the
What's he was not born 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 hotter name any is in hell
My Macbeth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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