Luyện nghe bài hát Massacre

Down the vast hills in morning mist
the peaceful deep valley below
Twothousand stallions foaming with
Carrying their masters towards their
Into the they ride
men too young to die
Massacre...

Coming each side prepared for attack
Covered in dustclouds now there is no turning
Once so valley echoes with cries
Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun
a bloodred sky
None will to face the night
Massacre...

Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies comes to peace
While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild breeze
Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their
To descend of wings of and feast from human hearts
The battle is lost still someone always
And now descend on death's black wings
Massacre...