Luyện nghe bài hát Future Wars

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

Stands among them a natural
A man of breed
In a of steel he lays his trust
Killing and taking his
Upon him the scars of battles by
From many who have in his murderous eye
Astride his mount he cursed and
his men in thousands and ten
Onward lads we'll them all
is ours
We'll have their and female slaves
to loot their towers
Riding hard rushed the gates
And the granite walls
Through boiling oil and stone
His men it all

In bloody streets the battle
Brave men died and women were
the hoard, a barbaric roar
He gut the and kicked down the door
in one hand, torch in the other
Alert every of the way
If legends be true this place is
stand guard night and day

Living hell cloaked in
Three ungodly
Upon the dais a ball of
Which binds to their post
Faster than a striking
Hit the altar and it over
Shattered in a silver
The priests of have lost their power