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 taste
Of the outta hell
was a life 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 hopes to fall
There was a to waste
I see demons rising

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 amidst the ruins
I see demons rising tall, demons 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 life to
I see demons rising

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

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

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

Thou wast born of woman, but I smile at
Weapons laugh to scorn, by man that's of a woman born
Why should 1 play the 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 avoided thee
But get thee back, my is too much charged
With of thine already

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

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

Despair thy and let the angel whom thou
Still hast served 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 fiends no more believed
That palter with us in a double
That keep the of promise to our ear
And break it to our hope, I'll not fight with

yield thee, coward, I will not yield
To the ground before your feet
And to be baited the rabble's curse
Though thou being of no woman 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 turned to
But at least I 'II die with harness on my