Luyện nghe bài hát The Forgotten Ages Of Victories

The thunder of the is heard and cattle herds are driving back.
Sunset is near,
The heat of - all around melt away
in the beard of great and wise elder sunset.
The forests and the mountains surrounding the
he covers by golden cloth - the is drawing near.
Bonfires up and the flame tongues raise up
to blacken sky hands.
The hearers are visible through the flame.
The grey-haired elder the secret of his past,
through and fire his word again find the youth.
His face covered wrinkles like waterless earth
with life as in his youth.
And his tale was drifted through the
to faraways of those days.
When the steel was continuation of the hand
and the warriors were not afraid of enemies power -
then moon was shining brighter and sun warned more than nowadays.
The forest has been by thousand of bonfires,
it have been seen celebration has begun,
and singing the noise of the wind
but (the) elder this tale.
the valor and the honor was valued oved lie and hypocrisy,
when the and the eminence
was over the slavery and the cowardice.
The enemies cities and were on fire!
Blood and death, screams and mourns - came out!
The and the praise to power.
The beat of and crunch of steel,
the scythe of flied over this field,
eyes were looking into and heavens were on fire!
The warriors heart melted and tears appeared in the old -
the of the real master.
His hand is in the first,
the teeth was as that time,
the ages of are over.
It's now to wait.
No sooner that the sun get out of
and the first rays let the birds that the day had come.
No sooner that the herds were driving on the
the of the old warrior was streaming by the breeze.
He'd been at the faraways
and didn't find that the was over.
His thoughts were with far times.
Like a cold passed through his skin.
He rose and back to his house
not by the memories about those distant times.
The honor and to power!
The ages of victories.