Luyện nghe bài hát The Forgotten Ages Of Victories

The thunder of the drums is heard and cattle herds are back.
Sunset is near,
The of hoofs - all around melt away
in the shaggy beard of and wise elder sunset.
The forests and the surrounding the village
he by golden cloth - the night is drawing near.
blaze up and the flame tongues raise up
to sky like hands.
The hearers faces are through the flame.
The grey-haired opens the secret of his past,
through night and his word again find the youth.
His face covered with wrinkles like earth
shined with as in his youth.
And his was drifted through the time
to distant faraways of days.
the steel was like continuation of the hand
and the were not afraid of their enemies power -
then moon was shining brighter and sun more times than nowadays.
The forest has been by thousand of bonfires,
it have seen that celebration has begun,
and singing the noise of the wind
but (the) elder continued tale.
When the valor and the honor was valued lie and hypocrisy,
when the and the eminence
was valued the slavery and the cowardice.
The enemies cities and villages on fire!
Blood and death, screams and - Hell came out!
The and the praise to power.
The beat of hoofs and of steel,
the of death flied over this field,
eyes were into eyes and heavens were on fire!
The warriors heart melted and tears appeared in the old -
the tears of the master.
His is clenched in the first,
the teeth was as that time,
the ages of 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 sooner that the herds were on the pasture
the hair of the old warrior was by the breeze.
He'd looking 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 and returned back to his house
not by the memories about those distant times.
The honor and to power!
The forgotten of victories.