Luyện nghe bài hát Lords

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

The gates of the keeps are all
And broken men the roads
The farmers fled to the forests
Burning their as they go

The dukes of the have ordered their archers
To shoot all outlanders on
back your horses before it's too late
There'll be no crossing this night

Hear the horns, hooves
Visions of aflame
Wailing cries, dawn of
Die by the or in chains