Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

Just one crazy moment the dice are cast,
He looks into the future and what is past,
Wonders what doing on this battlefield,
Shrugs to his shadow, impatient, too yet to kneel.

In his wake he leaves scorched earth and work in
drifts up behind him - he is free again,
Free to run before the of a deadly foe,
nothing fit for pillage, hardly leaving home.
And far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.

Charging madly forward, tracks the snow,
screams madness to him, ever on he goes
Leaving spoor to his passage, trace his weary climb.
Cross the and make the headland; stumbling, wayward, blind.
In the end his footprints as one single line.

This latest exponent of heresy is goaded an attack,
to charge at his enemy.
Too late, he knows it is, too late now to turn back,
Too by far to falter.
The pass sits at his rear,
He's walking right the trap.
Surrounded, but through will and fear.
Ahead of him he knows there an ambuscade
But the dice slip his fingers
And he's from day to day,
Carrying his around upon his back,
Leaving nothing behind but the of his track.

He will not be hostage, he not be slave,
No snare of past can trap him, the future may.
Still he runs and burns behind him in advanced
Still his life unfettered; he denies defeat.

far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.
Leave the past to burn; at least been his own.

Scorched earth, that's all that's left when he's
Holding nothing but to no one
nothing, out of no false pride, he survives.
Snow tracks are all that's left to be
Of a man who entered the of a dream,
Claiming but the life he's known
This, at least, has his own.