Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral Winds Born In Oriana

the is in wolf footprint
the has won his hunger
his howling is in the night
among the and the moonlight
the sound of the huge
is echoed from the carpathians
we the funerals
to the still world
coming the boreal land
we won nations
we are everywhere, we are the
children of
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 trumpets are
and with the rhythm of the
we are stepping on this world
it was to the sly nation
it will die together with
the ravens flying 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 will together again
and our power has multiplied into
we are to fight against judeo christianity!
we have the silver moon in our hands
we the rage of millions of fire in our eyes
we have the hatred in our hearts
we have the pain of our
in our souls