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
the mist and the moonlight
the sound of the huge
is echoed away the carpathians
we the funerals
to the alive world
from the boreal land
we won many
we are everywhere, we are the
of silver
now we are to have the last victory
the of ravens
the howling of
we are the keepers of the
which will burn the heavens
the trumpets are
and the rhythm of the drums
we are stepping down on world
it was sold to the sly
it will die together them
only the ravens in the sky
can see all of us
they are the only ones to see our
our fighting spirit and faces of
in the ancient of oriana
we gather together again
and our power has into thousand
we are ready to fight judeo christianity!
we have the silver moon power in our
we have the rage of millions of fire in our
we have the hatred in our hearts
we have the of our ancient
in our souls