Luyện nghe bài hát Soulblight

With the came chaos and hate.
Few were those with of purity
And forgotten were who drowned in pity...
by others.
As mist the appeared.
It the lands in darkness and death.
As as the soil they lived upon
Were the waiting to be won.
The was charged.
The of steel meeting steel...
Sung the plains.
In every corned of the land one feel the Ground shake.
Axes of war and spikes on clubs and
Cut flesh. Thousands fell.
Few those, able to stand.
Risen by pride. The mist did not their views.
Still they breathed the air... by the blight.
But they proud, as one... the victorious!
Songs of war were to be heard the land.
Desolate and were the senses of man.