Luyện nghe bài hát Lords

The of the passes are arming their vassals
You'll find no that way
The conscripts they've have never returned
And our hopes fade with passing day

The gates of the are all closing
And men wander the roads
The have fled to the forests
Burning their fields as go

The dukes of the marches ordered their archers
To shoot all on sight
Turn back your horses it's too late
be no safe crossing this night

Hear the horns, hooves
Visions of aflame
cries, dawn of doom
Die by the sword or in