Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral Winds Born In Oriana

the blood is in footprint
the hunter has won his
his howling is in the night
among the mist and the
the sound of the huge
is echoed away the carpathians
we the funerals
to the alive world
coming from the land
we won many
we are everywhere, we are the
children of
now we are trumping to the last victory
the of ravens
the of wolves
we are the keepers of the
which will burn down the
the are singing
and the rhythm of the drums
we are stepping down on world
it was sold to the sly
it will die together them
the ravens flying in the sky
can see all of us
they are the ones to see our army
our fighting and faces of hatred
in the land of oriana
we will together again
and our power has into thousand
we are to fight against judeo christianity!
we have the moon power in our hands
we the rage of millions of fire in our eyes
we the demons' hatred in our hearts
we have the pain of our
fathers in our