Luyện nghe bài hát Demons Rising

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

is the bitter taste
Of the blarney outta
There was a to waste
And the did it well

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

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

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

Yet there is a bitter
Of the madness 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 was not born of woman?
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 name's

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

Thou wast of woman, but swords I smile 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 upon them

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

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

Thou losest labor, as mayst thou
The air with thy keen sword impress 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 charm and let the angel thou
hast served tell thee Macduff
Was his mother's womb untimely ripped
Accursed be that that tells me so

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

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

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