Luyện nghe bài hát Marahaja Palace

Prisoners are guided through the golden halls of the of the souls.
Fairytales that have their gruesome origin by being handed down from
to generation.

Down in the silence
just a lonely laughter
Except the sound of
Where the dagger the king
One hundred people wrong
Don't be afraid to your soul
They clean the streets of
darkness in their eyes
Afraid, that I don't where,
of gone forever
The reason why I still
blinded by the
On golden you read the words
Reminding you of memories
forever lost in the might

screaming's my laughter,
a disaster
I'll take you
down hell is
Now my keeper,
my pleasure, reaver
A bitter of my deep, dark palace

Of female singin',
Where glasses are shining,
When eagle-wings are
you to my
In a stories a golden history
one left, you the true story,
of eastern religious
a half-moon
blood and so colored red,
Last drink for your
two stories,
one dead

on your way
no but you'll stay,
but never will
Now you where hell is
now you are my keeper,
my pleasure, reaver
a taste of my deep, dark palace
of the palace