Luyện nghe bài hát Hallstatt

[Lyrical magick: Proscriptor & Equitant, Shaftiel & Equitant]

From an house...

In take-flight, the grey hawks upon a sunless sky
Wild, whistling carried them sorely, and sailed them bristly in the same shady sky.
In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs left
2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies now been erased.

"We'll kneel towards the with our precious salz!
sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls!
We've the blades of Hallstattian swords!"

In order to see such a legacy, fire burned a past that turned;
Anvils were forged at an early stage, molded as or iarn-leastair.
Ioldanach has on this mistery, yet he's enkindled by the light
With hues of argent lightning and ore of purem the salt grants mastery and might.

"We'll kneel towards the foyer with our salz!
sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls!
We've whittled the blades of swords!"

An
An Bas

[Troid Warrior:] "I see a battle; I the warp-spasm!"
The poised warrior yowls with blood about his belt.
[Troid Warrior:] "Nothing shall my eyes away..."
[Ioldanach:] His stirs atrociously, now to think.
[Troid Warrior:] "I the names to the planes of Destiny!"
[Ioldanach:] The poised warrior seeks an seat foe the Stone.
[Troid "Wild, whistling winds still laugh at my howls!"
These acts of tale-telling dilate him to hate.

An
An Bas

of Parable:]
The young of Hallstatt, and the sky
spears have been whetted
Vast hilts and sheeny of gold;
Crafted from legacies.

An
An Bas

[Avouchment of
"Spirit of horsemen and spirit of age acclaim
The fame for 2000 at Hallstatt!"

[Solo(s):

To an home.

In take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sky
Wild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed
bristly in the shady sky.
In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their never left
2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have now erased.

"We'll kneel the foyer with our precious salz!
We'll sound with horn, clash with wood and with calls!
We've whittled the blades of swords!"