Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle

In the early the Bishop's men
Shivered in the
But the came not from the cold
And spread throughout the

The trembling horses sensed the
Of thoughtful men
Who prayed that and families
see them once again

The bishops sent a dawn
To the weight
Of forces at the command
Ensconced the gate

The ground hid the patrol's approach
As drew close enough to show
The sentries on the
And an archer his bow

From the tower a sentry fell
As an arrow his skull
And his headlong into the moat
Seemed that of a

The patrol reported
There was nothing to see
But the and silent castle
A symbol of the

The King's men communion
As the rays of the sun
Lit up the castle's walls
The day begun

From the castle green the rooks took
To the trees in the east
To their carrion minds the
Set a table for a

A of black, the Bishop's men
their right
Swarmed like ants across the
Their aim at last in

The men dressed in purest white
Were driven back by
And the fighting grew violent
As the took its course

The gave the order
No to be shown
The sacrifice will reap
When the King is

The of children lying dead
Made soldiers weep
The outer walls to fall
They moved towards the

The surveyed the battlefield
hungry beady eyes
Reveled in the of death
no surprise

The mounted steadily
As the neared the gate
And the desperate King to his knights
your lives or the State

When the anxious began to fail
As thought he might
The Queen ran screaming the walls
And urged the men to

The Bishop's men tiring
As the drew late
And the King's men the drawbridge
And poured out the gate

They fought their way the bridge
The men like falling
Or ears of that fall in swathes
The vicious cleaves

The tide receded up the
The waste of reclaimed
Once decaying became
A shore of pure sand

A blinded priest was seen to
dying and the dead
As he stumbled around the
His running red

If were black or white
His eyes could see
And death no distinction
man he be

As fell both camps withdrew
Their soldiers slain like
the rooks to feast alone
The victors of the

At both camps reviewed
Their sad depleted
As of the battle
Gave God their grateful