Luyện nghe bài hát Demons Rising

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

is the bitter taste
Of the outta hell
was a life to waste
And the did it well

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

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 dreams lie there in
Where is the glory all
Now as I stand the ruins
I see demons rising tall, demons rising

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

Yet is a bitter taste
Of the madness did fall
I had a life to
I see rising tall

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

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

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

Thou wast born of woman, but swords I 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 do better upon them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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