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 melt away
in the shaggy beard of great and wise sunset.
The forests and the mountains surrounding the
he covers by golden - the night is drawing near.
Bonfires blaze up and the tongues raise up
to blacken sky hands.
The hearers are visible through the flame.
The grey-haired opens the secret of his past,
through night and his word again find the youth.
His covered with wrinkles like waterless earth
shined life as in his youth.
And his was drifted through the time
to distant of those days.
When the steel was like continuation of the
and the were not afraid of their enemies power -
then moon was shining brighter and sun warned more times nowadays.
The forest has lighted by thousand of bonfires,
it have seen that celebration has begun,
and singing the noise of the wind
but (the) continued this tale.
the valor and the honor was valued oved lie and hypocrisy,
when the pride and the
was valued the slavery and the cowardice.
The enemies and villages were on fire!
Blood and death, screams and mourns - Hell out!
The honor and the to power.
The of hoofs and crunch of steel,
the scythe of flied over this field,
eyes looking into 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 teeth was as that time,
the of victories are over.
now time to wait.
No that the sun get out of continement
and the first let the birds know that the day had come.
No that the herds were driving on the pasture
the hair of the old was streaming by the breeze.
He'd been at the faraways
and didn't find the celebration was over.
His thoughts were those far times.
a cold shudder passed through his skin.
He rose and returned back to his
not by the memories about those distant times.
The honor and to power!
The forgotten of victories.