Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes of Battle

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

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

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

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

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

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