Luyện nghe bài hát He Polic Ealo (odious)

(Dedicated to all brave ones, betrayed by leaving the Grand
in the hands of a fake God; the Byzantine empire.)
Riders the raging firetongues
As the cannons the grandstone
The of past is here to stay
And the kingdome surrounding with visions
Of the empire, it's failing, by and fire
Bloodbath; as heads falling with no
The war is here, risen from the mountains across
_HE POLIC
By steel and stonethrowers the end
As the sky dim and the ground red
"_Eleeson emas, emas
O esu upsiste krite_"
Where is he now, should you him once more?
Baptised in "holy" water once, now in your own
"_Egennetheto to son
...egennetheto he sfage_"
As the sirens singing, the conquerors' victory
The broken faith of the ones who in their
"Glorious", "merciful" "God"
now, fight, kill, defend your own
Forget the lies and stand upon the carcasses
Of precious, doomed children