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 bitter
Of the outta hell
There was a life to
And the witches did it

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
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 amidst the ruins
I see demons rising tall, demons rising

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

Yet there is a taste
Of the madness did fall
I had a to waste
I see demons tall

They have tied me to a
I fly, but bear-like I must fight the course
What's he that was not of woman?
Such a one am I to fear or

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

The himself could not pronounce
A title more to mine ear
No, nor more fearful, thou liest, tyrant
With my sword I'll 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?
I see lives, the gashes do better upon them

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

I have no words, my voice is in my
Thou bloodier villain terms can give thee out

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

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

For it cowed my better 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 break it to our hope, I'll not fight with

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

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