Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral Winds Born In Oriana

the blood is in wolf
the hunter has won his
his howling is in the night
among the and the moonlight
the of the huge trembita
is away from the carpathians
we the funerals
to the still world
from the boreal land
we won nations
we are everywhere, we are the
children of
now we are trumping to have the last
the cries of
the of wolves
we are the keepers of the
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 them
only the ravens in the sky
can see all of us
they are the ones to see our army
our spirit and faces of hatred
in the ancient of oriana
we gather together again
and our power has multiplied into
we are ready to fight judeo christianity!
we have the silver moon in our hands
we have the rage of millions of fire in our
we have the demons' hatred in our
we the pain of our ancient
in our souls