Luyện nghe bài hát Demons Rising

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

Such is the taste
Of the blarney hell
There was a to waste
And the did it well

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

Such is the bitter
Of my hopes about to
was a life to waste
I see demons tall

No use to run and
No use to run and

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

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

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

They have me to a stake
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

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

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

Thou born of woman, but swords 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?
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 labor, as easy mayst thou
The intrenchant air with thy keen 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 charm and let the angel thou
Still served tell thee Macduff
Was from his womb untimely ripped
Accursed be that tongue tells me so

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

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

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