Luyện nghe bài hát The Forgotten Ages Of Victories

The thunder of the is heard and cattle herds are driving back.
is driving near,
The of hoofs - all around melt away
in the shaggy beard of great and elder sunset.
The forests and the mountains the village
he covers by cloth - the night is drawing near.
blaze up and the flame tongues raise up
to blacken sky hands.
The hearers faces are through the flame.
The grey-haired opens the secret of his past,
through night and fire his word again the youth.
His face covered with wrinkles like waterless
shined with as in his youth.
And his tale was drifted the time
to faraways of those days.
When the steel was like continuation of the
and the warriors were not afraid of their power -
then moon was brighter and sun warned 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) continued this tale.
the valor and the honor was valued oved lie and hypocrisy,
when the and the eminence
was over the slavery and the cowardice.
The enemies cities and villages on fire!
Blood and death, screams and mourns - came out!
The honor and the to power.
The of hoofs and crunch of steel,
the of death flied over 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 teeth was as that time,
the ages of are over.
now time to wait.
No sooner the sun get out of continement
and the first rays let the know that the day had come.
No sooner that the herds driving on the pasture
the of the old warrior was streaming by the breeze.
He'd been looking at the
and didn't that the celebration was over.
His thoughts with those far times.
a cold shudder passed through his skin.
He rose and returned to his house
not left by the memories about distant times.
The and praise to power!
The ages of victories.