Luyện nghe bài hát Soulblight

With the soulblight came and hate.
Few were those hearts of purity
And forgotten those who drowned in pity...
by others.
As mist the appeared.
It covered the in darkness and death.
As real as the soil they upon
Were the waiting to be won.
The was charged.
The sound of meeting steel...
Sung the plains.
In every corned of the land one could feel the shake.
Axes of war and on clubs ripped and
Cut through flesh. fell.
Few were those, to stand.
Risen by pride. The mist did not their views.
Still breathed the air... polluted by the blight.
But they proud, as one... the victorious!
Songs of war were to be across the land.
Desolate and were the senses of man.