Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes of Battle

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

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

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

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

Empires built upon the of those who stood beside us
The sun has set into the dark
And we have 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 rise and howl for honour's debt
The sands forever greedily the blood of friends and fathers
The gates of will open wide with dreams of death

There is a deep pathos
A sorrow
Blood has stained ground
The very land a barrow