Luyện nghe bài hát The Forgotten Ages Of Victories

The thunder of the drums is heard and herds are driving back.
is driving near,
The heat of hoofs - all around melt
in the shaggy of great and wise elder sunset.
The forests and the surrounding the village
he by golden cloth - the night is drawing near.
Bonfires up and the flame tongues raise up
to sky like hands.
The faces are visible through the flame.
The grey-haired elder the secret of his past,
night and fire his word again find the youth.
His face covered with like waterless earth
shined with as in his youth.
And his tale was drifted the time
to faraways of those 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 warned more times nowadays.
The forest has lighted by thousand of bonfires,
it have been seen celebration has begun,
and drowned the noise of the wind
but (the) continued this 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 were on fire!
Blood and death, and mourns - Hell came out!
The and the praise to power.
The beat of and crunch of steel,
the scythe of flied over this field,
eyes were looking into eyes and were on fire!
The warriors heart melted and tears 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 of the old warrior was streaming by the breeze.
been looking at the faraways
and didn't find that the was over.
His thoughts were those far times.
Like a cold shudder through his skin.
He rose and back to his house
not by the memories about those distant times.
The and praise to power!
The forgotten of victories.