Luyện nghe bài hát Hail to the Victor

man
Mangled soul of a
fights
That are fought in the are not imaginary

eyes
Although the road has been
All
and hate...no more

Time is the dividend on ephemeral
Longing of the fulfillment is carved in wolven
All those, in the end, merge in to one

These
These
In the hands of of lies
Man made
tides
Unknown future, no in sight

beings
The sin
Like fools, they charge to kill kin

The tells
In the of men
Is the way, the power, to rise above hell

to the victor!
Once a
But astray
In the mirror we'll see the
Of the only god whom should be