Luyện nghe bài hát Future Wars

A place in distant dreams
Mystic blow
Men mount of prey to war
And each others shore
Wizards and Warlocks by night
One by cunning and might
Take you can by sword and sabre
Just reward for labour

Stands among a natural King
A man of breed
In a blade of steel he his trust
Killing and his needs
Upon him the of battles gone by
From many who have in his murderous eye
his mount he cursed and then
Assembled his men in and ten
Onward lads we'll them all
Victory is
We'll have their heads and slaves
Soon to loot towers
hard they rushed the gates
And scaled the walls
Through boiling oil and falling
His men it all

In streets the battle raged
men died and women were caged
Amidst the hoard, a roar
He gut the guard and kicked down the
Sword in one hand, torch in the
Alert every of the way
If legends be true this is cursed
Demons stand guard and day

hell cloaked in black
Three hosts
the dais a ball of light
Which them to their post
Faster than a cobra
Hit the altar and it over
in a silver shower
The of hell have lost their power