Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes of Battle

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

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

Swords high to the desert sky at such great a cost
Standards fly funeral pyres
Victory and
We are strong, but when the day is done we are bereaved
on to the battle drum
Triumph and

Behold the storming of iron
Destruction there upon the field
A of warriors fall, never to return
Their epitaph a of steel

Empires built upon the bones of those who stood us
The sun has set eternally the dark
And we have 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 but the thirst for blood lives on
The Wolves of Winter and howl for honour's debt
The sands forever greedily consume the of friends and fathers
The gates of will open wide with dreams of death

is a deep pathos here
A monumental
has stained this ground
The very land a barrow