Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes of Battle

There is a pathos here
A sorrow
Blood has stained this
The very land itself a

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

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

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

Empires built upon the of those who stood beside us
The sun has set eternally into the
And we have 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 for blood lives on
The Wolves of Winter rise and for honour's debt
The sands forever greedily consume the blood of friends and
The gates of Hood will open wide with of death

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