Luyện nghe bài hát Mystical End

On the plains of the
A murmured cry was
From the of a wind song
of a word

The of the land begotten
Is seldom taught
To of the desert
Which tribes of old sought

Way up in the sky the sun is bright
All the natives screaming, to be free
The of a wasted Life and a darker death
The burning sun is turning falling from the sky

As the moon fades
And the sun black
The fall from the sky
Prepared for attack
In the hour
The and destruction begins
the natives minds
It seems it ends
At once the sun back
And the battle
in grave danger
Except for those of the
For the one who shall us
Is the one...

On the day of the night things were always
But on the night of the light all night fell
Thrown into the pit you hear the natives
The legend lives on in the Sun eye