Luyện nghe bài hát Red December

Cursed is the day when left our eyes
hope parted from our reality.
Fear and terror had taken their
before hunger and torment our bodies.

Then came like a storm,
crashing on weak walls.
It was and fire that finished
be-trayal had started
so we the grip
of our own fate...

''Blood and
the day the marched
and thunder
the day we our home.''

We should have dignity in death,
a worthy of our ideals...but
at the end of our
we found a of graves,
the end of all we once dear.
to their dark juggernaut,
we the currency of the slayers of nations,
our and soul.

Now we the slaves can only dream,
of the day we will redeem ourselves.

''Blood and will crack the skies,
as burn and a new sun rises.''