Luyện nghe bài hát Marching Homewards

here beside me, under endless howling
my dying race is homewards,
led by an old man to shores. that exist,
emptiness remains...

on and on our march gruesome as the
of sun, cold as winds that hide in me

hour after hour, day day my lullaby is
turning and falls gently on this sleeping
like a hawk trembling of and like a
source...

two years have passed and my race is
through foreign shores...
homewards...

My soul is now formed as a forwards
the of your heaven.
And so I die...

my folk keeps on marching...
homewards...