Luyện nghe bài hát The Forgotten Ages Of Victories

The thunder of the drums is heard and cattle are driving back.
Sunset is near,
The heat of - all around melt away
in the shaggy beard of great and wise sunset.
The forests and the mountains surrounding the
he by golden cloth - the night is drawing near.
Bonfires blaze up and the tongues raise up
to blacken sky hands.
The hearers faces are visible the flame.
The elder opens the secret of his past,
through night and fire his word again the youth.
His face covered with wrinkles waterless earth
shined with as in his youth.
And his tale was drifted the time
to distant of those days.
When the steel was like continuation of the
and the warriors were not afraid of their enemies -
then moon was shining brighter and sun more times than nowadays.
The forest has been lighted by of bonfires,
it have been that celebration has begun,
and singing the noise of the wind
but (the) continued this 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 were on fire!
Blood and death, screams and mourns - came out!
The and the praise to power.
The of hoofs and crunch of steel,
the scythe of death flied this field,
were looking into eyes and heavens were on fire!
The warriors heart melted and tears appeared in the old -
the of the real master.
His is clenched in the first,
the was gritted as that time,
the ages of are over.
now time 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 were driving on the pasture
the of the old warrior was streaming by the breeze.
been looking at the faraways
and didn't that the celebration was over.
His were with those far times.
Like a shudder passed through his skin.
He rose and returned back to his
not left by the memories those distant times.
The and praise to power!
The ages of victories.