Luyện nghe bài hát Mystical End

On the of the desert
A murmured cry was
From the echoes of a song
of a word

The word of the begotten
Is seldom taught
To of the desert
tribes of old have sought

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

As the moon fades
And the sun turns
The darkest from the sky
Prepared for attack
In the dawning
The doom and begins
the natives minds
It it never ends
At the sun turns 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 things were always well
But on the of the light all night things fell
into the pit you hear the natives scream
The legend lives on in the Sun eye