Luyện nghe bài hát Seeds Of The Ancient Gods

Whipping tears the sky,
as the forsaked throne it`s soul.
With on their hands,
and swords,
the ancient command.
the forest the shadows of the past,
with the ravens command march onward.
by the moon and the stars in the sky,
as they bend and greet to their gods.
A cold mist now their ground,
as gather for war, mighty and proud.
Shadows appear from the torchlight,
slowly from the deepest fog.
The storms,
the raging battles forward the north.
An ancient myth of a to come,
a black hole, an grave.
A of a forthcoming master,
the sky.
The fallen as the stars die,
in the they rise.
The one`s,
of times.
the forest the shadows of the past,
with the command they march onward.
by: Grusom
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Lyric by: 1994
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