Luyện nghe bài hát Rebirth Of An Ancient Empire

Mystic summonings behind the of sleep
Veil of fog
Realm behond all and light
Let swords slice their path through the maze of rotten
And winds blow the
From forgotton
Once by the ashes
Of lost pride and
From the crypts of flames
To the high mountains
The throne of might is
now
By the wizards'
of dark infinities
As the silhouette of a pale moon's eye upon the throne
Gate to the highest of the old sorcerers'
The essence reflecting in the mirror of
Sparkling the distant fires
the nightsky's frozen air
Dreamkings of immortal
in every warrior soul
Ride the wings of
for the high divinity
That mirrors in the ancient
in the shining
Sharpened blades
That the mighty throne
Beautiful weapons lie beside, once layed down by (the) ancient
circle crushed by treason
And the proud ones gone through the moon gate
Into grave beyond all shape
Now summoned again to a kingdom lost in
The throne of is slumbering
now
By the wizards'
Rebirth of dark
Lead the in battles of the one law's might
Gather in the vast moonlit
From the forest of night
the wizards' darkened spells
Never lost their belief
Proudly by the ancient sorserers'eye
For the kingdom of shape will rise again