Luyện nghe bài hát The Forgotten Ages Of Victories

The thunder of the drums is heard and herds are driving back.
Sunset is near,
The heat of hoofs - all around melt
in the shaggy beard of and wise elder sunset.
The forests and the surrounding the village
he covers by cloth - the night is drawing near.
blaze up and the flame tongues raise up
to sky like hands.
The hearers faces are visible the flame.
The elder opens the secret of his past,
through and fire his word again find the youth.
His covered with wrinkles like waterless earth
shined life as in his youth.
And his tale was drifted through the
to distant of those days.
the steel was like continuation of the hand
and the warriors were not afraid of enemies power -
moon was shining brighter and sun warned more times than nowadays.
The forest has lighted by thousand of bonfires,
it been seen that celebration has begun,
and drowned the noise of the wind
but (the) elder this tale.
When the valor and the honor was oved 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, screams and - Hell came out!
The honor and the to power.
The beat of hoofs and of steel,
the of death flied over this field,
eyes were into eyes and heavens were on fire!
The warriors heart melted and appeared in the old eyes -
the of the real master.
His is clenched in the first,
the teeth was as that 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 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.
He'd looking at the faraways
and didn't find the celebration was over.
His thoughts were those far times.
a cold shudder passed through his skin.
He and returned back to his house
not left by the memories about those times.
The and praise to power!
The forgotten of victories.