Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral Winds Born In Oriana

the blood is in footprint
the has won his hunger
his howling is in the night
among the and the moonlight
the of the huge trembita
is echoed from the carpathians
we the funerals
to the still alive
coming from the boreal
we won nations
we are everywhere, we are the
of silver
now we are trumping to have the victory
the of ravens
the of wolves
we are the of the fire
which will burn down the
the are singing
and with the rhythm of the
we are down on this world
it was to the sly nation
it will die with them
the ravens flying in the sky
can see all of us
they are the only to see our army
our fighting and faces of hatred
in the ancient of oriana
we will gather together
and our power has multiplied into
we are ready to against judeo christianity!
we have the silver power in our hands
we have the of millions of fire in our eyes
we the demons' hatred in our hearts
we have the of our ancient
in our souls