Luyện nghe bài hát Epic: A Chorus Of Obliteration

Silent, grimly faced, we march them
Calls from above, behind these these cowards hide
city, this land, a promise we have to claim
Stretched for miles through barren land to conquer

your voices with the sky
Draw swords, the hour is high
We sing as one tonight, we as one

Lose your voices the sky
your swords, the hour is high
We sing as one tonight, we as one

We march our war, clothed in dust and we ride
Host of the Lord about us on our side
The fruits of this land, a promise we have to claim
We as one, the trumpets sound your walls of dust
Now meet the

your voices with the sky
Draw swords, the hour is high
We as one tonight, we sing as one

Lose your voices the sky
your swords, the hour is high
We as one tonight, we sing as one

Lose your voices the sky
Draw your swords, the is high
We as one tonight, we sing as one

Lose voices with the sky
Draw your swords, the is high
We sing as one tonight, we as one