Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes of Battle

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

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

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

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

Empires built the bones of those who stood beside us
The sun has set eternally the dark
And we have seen the fields of war steal the lives of and brothers
The heart of glory beats a hollow dirge
The gods of rise and fall but the thirst for blood lives on
The Wolves of Winter rise and howl for debt
The sands forever greedily consume the of friends and fathers
The gates of Hood will open wide dreams of death

is a deep pathos here
A monumental
Blood has stained ground
The land itself a barrow