Luyện nghe bài hát Demons Rising

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

Such is the bitter
Of the blarney outta
was a life to waste
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 about to
There was a to waste
I see rising 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 rising tall, demons rising tall

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

Yet there is a bitter
Of the that did fall
I had a life to
I see demons rising

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

What is thy
Thou'lt be to hear it
No, though thou thyself a hotter name than any is in hell
My Macbeth

The devil himself could not
A title more hateful to 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
Weapons to scorn, brandished by man that's of a woman born
Why should 1 play the Roman fool, and die on own sword?
Whiles I see lives, the gashes do better upon

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

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

losest 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 to one of woman born

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

For it hath cowed my better of man
And be juggling fiends no more believed
That with us in a double sense
That the word of promise to our ear
And break it to our hope, not fight with thee

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

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