Luyện nghe bài hát In The Clash Of Arms

A king, and proud.
Across the wild seas he
through storms and black clouds
men who could not fail.
Victory was in tail.

Masters of the of steel
a quenchless thirst for glory.
He ran into the hordes of
his twohundred combatants only.

Better warriors he had
can be hard to find.
Even in the situations
they did not leave their behind.

In the clash of
the blades brightly.
In the clash of
he his glory.

Loudly the ore's cold hearted songs.
Many men was up high
though it's he who for Valhall
Yet, not his time to die.