Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes of Battle

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

The echoes of battle cold through the ages
The moon shines on old dunes, ancient hatreds

Swords held high to the sky at such great a cost
fly above funeral pyres
Victory and
We are strong, but when the day is we are left bereaved
on to the battle drum
Triumph and

Behold the storming of iron
Destruction wrought upon the field
A host of warriors fall, never to
Their epitaph a song of

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

There is a deep here
A sorrow
Blood has this ground
The land itself a barrow