Luyện nghe bài hát My Ancestors' Blood

Not for victory,
Not to crush your enemy,
Not for heir to be,
But for moment and to fight the injustice...

It was written ago,
This is what I've told,
An army across the sea,
To this low land.

The lured their lives,
"peasant, kneel or die!"
Outnumbered, undaunted,
War cry to the skies.

On the of the raven,
the eagles scream at daybreak,
And the and clash of armies,
the strife for conquest.

Rains came to the north,
of lies to drown the old gods,
A rose within the hearts of the enslaved,
Ode for my blood.

The seer the curse from above,
Like a roar of giant horde,
In the and in the marshes,
On the of the woodlands,
The marched like approaching horde.

When I yield my forever,
Bravely I fall in battle,
upon the field of glory,
to die in armour.

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