Luyện nghe bài hát Still The Pipes Are Calling

[Music by Arkadius, Marcel; by Marcel]

[A nameless
So he is gone
With a pale servile
His way led him
A cold bloody

His yell pierced the cold ghastly
As he his sword to fight evil

So like millions
He in his gore
And those who
in their minds
For who failed to care
Were dead
Who his sword even loves war

Four children he behind
With a
All dreams return nevermore
world got lost - killed in war

There on the field, with dew on his
His empty stared up to the sky
One final breath his foes
No blessing for his ones