Luyện nghe bài hát Massacre

Down the vast hills in morning cold
Into the peaceful deep valley
stallions foaming with hate
Carrying their masters towards their
Into the battle they
Twothousand men too to die
Massacre...

Coming from each prepared for attack
Covered in dustclouds now is no turning back
Once so peaceful valley echoes with
of blood and brains as the midday sun rise
Under a sky
None will live to the night
Massacre...

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