Luyện nghe bài hát Ramses Bringer Of War

Wretched Fallen one of
Rise against the oppressing
Encircled Alone
I the vile Hittite Foe

My Father what carest Thee
For the Vile and of God
My Father Amon carest Thee
For these ones
At of whom I groweth not Pale

Raging like Menthu like in his Hour
Lo the Sekhmet is with Me
I in among them even as a hawk striketh
I slay I hew to pieces and cast to the
The snake upon my brow
forth Fire in the face of mine enemies
And Burneth their

My Wheels trample the Fallen
Cut to before my Steeds
And
In their own
I Crush the of the Dying
And the hands of the Slain
I
Builder of
Usurper of Monuments of Hittites
of War