Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Winters Apart, Pt. 2: Song of Mourn

No man an
Swept away with tide
a mare, saddled thrice
By masters to ride

With open whole west disarmed
Blood lets the blood, on feuds to carve

lines claimed
Iron waive on wind
Entwined on of mine
And honor coiled within

With arms whole west disarmed
Yield the vanguard
Blood lets the blood scars on to carve

Long gone are the and lore
Our fled these shores
Who bears the songs of mourn
With new shadowed from dawn

Long gone are the springtime
These of mine sent them forth
Who bears the wounds of war
When my loins are bleeding to

Long gone are the and lore
Our daughters fled these
Who then bears the songs of
With new horizons shadowed from

gone are the springtime born
These hands of mine sent them
Who then bears the of war
When my loins are bleeding to

gone are the voice and lore
Who then bears the songs of
Long
gone