Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes of Battle

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

The of battle ring cold through the ages
The moon shines on old dunes, awakening hatreds

held high to the desert sky at such great a cost
Standards fly above funeral
and loss
We are strong, but the day is done we are left bereaved
Marching on to the drum
and defeat

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

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

is a deep pathos here
A monumental
Blood has stained this
The very itself a barrow