Luyện nghe bài hát He Polic Ealo (odious)

(Dedicated to all those brave ones, betrayed by leaving the
Civilization in the hands of a fake the Byzantine empire.)
Riders cross the raging
As the cannons shot the
The ghost of is here to stay
And the kingdome surrounding with visions
Of the empire, failing, by blood and fire
Bloodbath; as heads with no voice
The war knight is here, from the mountains across
_HE EALO_
By and stonethrowers arrives the end
As the sky dim and the ground red
"_Eleeson emas, emas
O esu upsiste krite_"
is he now, should you call him once more?
Baptised in "holy" once, now in your own blood
"_Egennetheto to son
...egennetheto he sfage_"
As the sirens singing, the victory upon
The broken of the ones who believed in their
"Glorious", "merciful" "God"
Alone now, fight, kill, your own
the lies and stand brave upon the carcasses
Of precious, doomed children