Luyện nghe bài hát Suffering To The Conquered

Time has a ruler;
A conquering.
The weak
die for all to see.

No fight for
blood saturates the ground.

Prayers of the
Ring out their screams.
A futile
Of suffering.

No faith to save
From the destiny.

The legions
They behind their king.
to the conquered
Left for all to see.
for the impaler.

The dying
They beneath their king.
This bloodbath
Dying leads the way
To this kingdom.

has embraced a ruler, bloodbath, conquering.
The weak will die for all to see.
No fight for life their blood the ground.