Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes of Battle

There is a pathos here
A monumental
Blood has this ground
The very land itself a

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

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

Behold the storming flood of
wrought there upon the field
A host of warriors fall, never to
epitaph a song of steel

Empires built upon the bones of those who stood 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 beats a hollow dirge
The gods of battle rise and fall but the thirst for lives on
The Wolves of rise and howl for honour's debt
The sands greedily consume the blood of friends and fathers
The gates of Hood open wide with dreams of death

There is a deep here
A sorrow
Blood has stained ground
The very itself a barrow