Luyện nghe bài hát Future Wars

A place in distant dreams
Mystic winds
Men mount birds of to war
And each others shore
Wizards and Warlocks battle by
One survives by and might
Take you can by sword and sabre
Just reward for labour

Stands among a natural King
A man of barbaric
In a of steel he lays his trust
Killing and taking his
Upon him the of battles gone by
From many who have in his murderous eye
Astride his mount he and then
Assembled his men in and ten
Onward lads we'll kill all
is ours
We'll have heads and female slaves
Soon to loot towers
Riding hard rushed the gates
And scaled the walls
Through boiling oil and stone
His men it all

In bloody streets the raged
Brave men died and women caged
Amidst the hoard, a barbaric
He gut the guard and kicked the door
in one hand, torch in the other
Alert every of the way
If legends be true this is cursed
Demons guard night and day

hell cloaked in black
Three hosts
Upon the dais a of light
Which them to their post
Faster a striking cobra
Hit the altar and it over
Shattered in a shower
The priests of hell lost their power