Luyện nghe bài hát The Forgotten Ages Of Victories

The thunder of the drums is and cattle herds are driving back.
Sunset is near,
The heat of hoofs - all around away
in the shaggy beard of great and elder sunset.
The forests and the mountains the village
he covers by golden - the night is drawing near.
Bonfires blaze up and the flame raise up
to sky like hands.
The faces are visible through the flame.
The elder opens the secret of his past,
through and fire his word again find the youth.
His face covered with wrinkles waterless earth
shined life as in his youth.
And his tale was drifted the time
to distant of those days.
When the was like continuation of the hand
and the warriors were not afraid of enemies power -
then moon was shining brighter and sun warned more times nowadays.
The has been lighted by thousand of bonfires,
it have been seen that has begun,
and singing drowned the of the wind
but (the) elder this tale.
When the valor and the honor was oved lie and hypocrisy,
when the and the eminence
was valued the slavery and the cowardice.
The enemies and villages were on fire!
Blood and death, and mourns - Hell 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 eyes and heavens were on fire!
The warriors heart and tears appeared in the old eyes -
the of the real master.
His is clenched in the first,
the was gritted as that time,
the of victories are over.
now time to wait.
No sooner that the sun get out of
and the first let the birds know that the day had come.
No sooner that the herds were driving on the
the hair of the old warrior was by the breeze.
been looking at the faraways
and find that the celebration was over.
His thoughts were with far times.
Like a cold shudder passed his skin.
He rose and returned back to his
not left by the memories about distant times.
The and praise to power!
The forgotten of victories.