Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral Winds Born In Oriana

the is in wolf footprint
the hunter has won his
his howling is heard in the
among the and the moonlight
the sound of the trembita
is echoed away the carpathians
we the funerals
to the alive world
coming the boreal land
we won many
we are everywhere, we are the
children of
now we are to have the last victory
the cries of
the howling of
we are the keepers of the
which will burn the heavens
the trumpets are
and with the rhythm of the
we are stepping down on this
it was to the sly nation
it will die together with
only the flying in the sky
can see all of us
they are the only ones to see our
our fighting and faces of hatred
in the land of oriana
we will gather together
and our power has multiplied into
we are ready to against judeo christianity!
we have the moon power in our hands
we have the rage of of fire in our eyes
we the demons' hatred in our hearts
we have the of our ancient
in our souls