Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral Wind Born In Oriana

[Music: Knjaz Varggoth, / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth]

The is in Wolf Footprint
The Has Won His Hunger
His Howling Is In The Night
Among The Mist And The
The Sound Of The Huge
Is Echoed From The Carpathians
We The Funerals
To The Still Alive
Coming From The Land
We Won many
We Are Everywhere, We Are The
Children Of
Now We Are Trumping To Have The Last
The Cries Of
The Howling Of
We Are The Of The Fire
Will Burn Down The heavens
The Trumpets Are
And With The Of The Drums
We Are Stepping Down On This
It Was To The sly nation
It Will Die With them
Only The Flying In The Sky
Can See All Of Us
They Are The Ones To See Our Army
Our Fighting Spirit And Faces Of
In The Ancient Of Oriana
We Will Gather Again
And Our Power Has Into Thousand
We Are Ready To Fight Against christianity!
We The Silver Moon Power In Our Hands
We Have The Rage Of Millions Of Fire In Our
We Have The Hatred In Our Hearts
We Have The Pain Of Our
Fathers In Our