Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes of Battle

There is a deep here
A monumental
Blood has this ground
The very itself a barrow

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

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

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

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

There is a deep pathos
A sorrow
Blood has stained ground
The very land a barrow