Luyện nghe bài hát Demons Rising

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

Such is the taste
Of the blarney 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

is the bitter taste
Of my hopes to fall
There was a to waste
I see demons 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 stand the ruins
I see demons rising tall, demons rising

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

Yet there is a bitter
Of the madness that did
I had a to waste
I see demons rising

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

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

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

Thou wast born of woman, but swords I at
Weapons laugh to scorn, by man that's of a woman born
Why 1 play the Roman fool, and die on mine own sword?
Whiles I see lives, the gashes do upon them

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

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

Thou labor, as easy mayst thou
The intrenchant air thy keen sword impress as make me bleed
Let fall thy blade on crests, I bear a charmed life
Which not yield to one of woman born

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

For it hath cowed my part of man
And be these juggling 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 thee, coward, I will not yield
To kiss the ground your feet
And to be with the rabble's curse
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 I 'II die with harness on my back