Luyện nghe bài hát The Forgotten Ages Of Victories

The of the drums is heard and cattle herds are driving back.
is driving near,
The heat of hoofs - all around away
in the shaggy beard of 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 hearers faces are through the flame.
The grey-haired opens the secret of his past,
through night and fire his word find the youth.
His face covered with wrinkles like earth
with life 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 -
moon was shining brighter and sun warned more times than nowadays.
The has been lighted by thousand of bonfires,
it have been that celebration has begun,
and singing drowned the noise of the
but (the) elder this tale.
When the valor and the honor was valued lie and hypocrisy,
when the pride and the
was valued the slavery and the cowardice.
The enemies cities and villages on fire!
Blood and death, screams and mourns - Hell out!
The and the praise to power.
The of hoofs and crunch of steel,
the scythe of death flied over field,
eyes were looking into eyes and heavens on fire!
The warriors heart and tears appeared in the old eyes -
the of the real master.
His is clenched 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 rays let the birds that the day had come.
No sooner that the herds driving on the pasture
the hair of the old was streaming by the breeze.
He'd been looking at the
and didn't that the celebration was over.
His were with those far times.
a cold shudder passed through his skin.
He rose and returned back to his
not left by the about those distant times.
The honor and to power!
The ages of victories.