Luyện nghe bài hát The Forgotten Ages Of Victories

The thunder of the drums is heard and cattle are driving back.
is driving near,
The heat of - all around melt away
in the shaggy beard of great and elder sunset.
The and the mountains surrounding the village
he covers by golden cloth - the night is near.
Bonfires blaze up and the tongues raise up
to sky like hands.
The hearers faces are through the flame.
The grey-haired elder opens the of his past,
night and fire his word again find the youth.
His face covered with wrinkles like earth
with life as in his youth.
And his tale was through the time
to distant faraways of days.
the steel was like continuation of the hand
and the warriors were not afraid of their enemies -
then moon was shining brighter and sun more times than nowadays.
The forest has lighted by thousand of bonfires,
it have been that celebration has begun,
and singing drowned the of the wind
but (the) elder continued tale.
When the valor and the honor was valued lie and hypocrisy,
when the pride and the
was valued over the and the cowardice.
The enemies cities and villages on fire!
Blood and death, and mourns - Hell came out!
The honor and the to power.
The beat of hoofs and of steel,
the scythe of death flied this field,
eyes looking into eyes and heavens were on fire!
The heart melted and tears appeared in the old eyes -
the tears of the master.
His hand is in the first,
the was gritted as that time,
the of victories are over.
It's now to wait.
No sooner 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 was streaming by the breeze.
He'd looking at the faraways
and didn't find the celebration was over.
His thoughts with those far times.
a cold shudder 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.