Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral Winds Born In Oriana

the blood is in wolf
the has won his hunger
his is heard in the night
among the and the moonlight
the sound of the huge
is echoed away the carpathians
we announce the
to the still alive
coming from the boreal
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 the heavens
the are singing
and with the of the drums
we are stepping down on world
it was to the sly nation
it will die together them
only the flying in the sky
can see all of us
they are the only ones to see our
our fighting and faces of hatred
in the ancient of oriana
we gather together again
and our has multiplied into thousand
we are ready to fight against 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 of our ancient
fathers in our