Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes of Battle

There is a deep here
A monumental
has stained this ground
The land itself a barrow

The echoes of ring cold through the ages
The moon shines on old dunes, awakening hatreds

Swords high to the desert sky at such great a cost
Standards fly above funeral
and loss
We are strong, but when the day is we are left bereaved
Marching on to the battle
Triumph and

Behold the storming of iron
wrought there upon the field
A host of fall, never to return
Their a song of steel

Empires built the bones of those who stood beside us
The sun has set into the dark
And we have seen the fields of war steal the lives of sons and
The iron of glory beats a hollow dirge
The gods of battle rise and fall but the thirst for lives on
The Wolves of Winter rise and for honour's debt
The sands forever consume the blood of friends and fathers
The of Hood will open wide with dreams of death

There is a deep pathos
A sorrow
Blood has stained this
The land itself a barrow