Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral Winds Born In Oriana

the blood is in wolf
the has won his hunger
his howling is heard in the
among the mist and the
the of the huge trembita
is echoed away from the
we the funerals
to the alive world
coming the boreal land
we won nations
we are everywhere, we are the
children of
now we are trumping to the last victory
the cries of
the howling of
we are the of the fire
which will burn down the
the are singing
and with the of the drums
we are stepping on this world
it was to the sly nation
it will die together them
only the ravens in the sky
can see all of us
they are the only to see our army
our fighting spirit and faces of
in the ancient land of
we will gather together
and our power has into thousand
we are ready to against judeo christianity!
we have the silver moon power in our
we have the rage of of fire in our eyes
we have the demons' in our hearts
we have the of our ancient
fathers in our