Luyện nghe bài hát Demons Rising

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

Such is the bitter
Of the blarney hell
There was a life to
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 to waste
I see demons tall

No use to run and
No use to run and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thou labor, as easy mayst thou
The intrenchant air thy keen sword 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 thee
Was from his mother's womb ripped
Accursed be that that tells me so

For it hath cowed my part of man
And be juggling fiends no more believed
That palter with us in a sense
keep the word 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 your
And to be baited with the curse
Though thou opposed being of no born, yet I will try the last

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