Luyện nghe bài hát Outremer

Thus to holy war, our songs that to roar
Onward in our cause, we judged by holy
Hailed the sacred creed, fell on knee
Death that filled our wake, blood stained our hands

Thus we the land, sacred man beheld
Vessel of a sin, none shall call him
Thorns were gold, blood that never flowed
Death lay in his wake, blood stained his hands

Thorns were always gold, blood that never
Death lay in his wake, blood that stained his

away his shield
Tear his standard
Shouting, this holy lie

Wash your face tears
your hands with soil
Wash away this lie

Down the land, return to ancient creed
Mother, father, child, now and be
Praise the wind and rain, praise the joy and
havoc cry nor lose the dogs of war