Luyện nghe bài hát Massacre

Down the hills in morning mist cold
Into the deep valley below
stallions foaming with hate
Carrying their towards their fate
Into the battle they
men too young to die
Massacre...

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

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