Luyện nghe bài hát Future Wars

A afar in distant dreams
Mystic winds
Men mount of prey to war
And raid each shore
Wizards and Warlocks battle by
One by cunning and might
what you can by sword and sabre
Just reward for labour

among them a natural King
A man of barbaric
In a blade of he lays his trust
and taking his needs
Upon him the of battles gone by
From many who gazed 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 female
Soon to loot towers
Riding hard they the gates
And scaled the granite
Through oil and falling 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 down the
Sword in one hand, in the other
every step of the way
If legends be this place is cursed
stand guard night and day

Living cloaked in black
ungodly hosts
Upon the dais a ball of
Which them to their post
than a striking cobra
Hit the altar and knocked it
in a silver shower
The of hell have lost their power