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 heat of - all around melt away
in the beard of great and wise elder sunset.
The forests and the surrounding the village
he covers by golden - the night is drawing near.
Bonfires up and the flame tongues raise up
to blacken sky hands.
The hearers faces are visible the flame.
The grey-haired elder opens the of his past,
through night and fire his again find the youth.
His face covered wrinkles like waterless earth
shined with as in his youth.
And his tale was through 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 warned more times nowadays.
The forest has been lighted by of bonfires,
it have been seen that has begun,
and singing the noise of the wind
but (the) elder this tale.
When the and the honor was valued oved lie and hypocrisy,
when the and the eminence
was valued the slavery and the cowardice.
The enemies cities and villages on fire!
and death, screams and mourns - Hell came out!
The and the praise to power.
The beat of and crunch of steel,
the scythe of death over this field,
eyes were looking into eyes and heavens on fire!
The warriors melted and tears appeared in the old eyes -
the tears of the master.
His is clenched in the first,
the teeth was gritted as time,
the of victories are over.
It's now to wait.
No that the sun get out of continement
and the first rays let the birds that the day had come.
No that the herds were driving on the pasture
the hair of the old warrior was by the breeze.
He'd been at the faraways
and didn't that the celebration was over.
His thoughts were those far times.
Like a cold passed through his skin.
He rose and back to his house
not left by the about those distant times.
The honor and to power!
The forgotten of victories.