Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes of Battle

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

The echoes of battle 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
Victory and
We are strong, but the day is done we are left bereaved
on to the battle drum
Triumph and

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

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

There is a deep here
A sorrow
has stained this ground
The land itself a barrow