Luyện nghe bài hát The Pagan Swords Of Legend

Slaying souls, macabre
>From within and unscarred
I stand alone and solemn as thy distant lights to death
And all around fore as demon shall be found
Out the azrael
Tolling of the knell

And to my angel

Whose too vast to comprehend
As demons and re-ascend
Here is evenings serenades
Amidst the as gracious slaves

For my words are sound
Far beyond and renown
of dusk in time
Bleeding shadows of thy
Within, thy frey born of kaos in decay
Reaping shadows unto
A death for all to see
As infinite
The human race that never
Played thy calming heart
Eyes of terror hard
That I control thee
Leading to the key
Hanging from the brances
of darkness to unveil

Where whispers charm thy
And thy tenous membrane
That striketh through my anguished
And tainted skys, where demons remained
As the darkness breeding
Winters in silouettic sky
Stained with blood of an ancient
such a passionate melancholy

Of past and times to come
Shall speak in sound and slay in
And spirits chanting hail
As darkness unto thy veil

Between in death thy spirit
>From thy pain we commit
Sleeping shadows fray
From in massacre's pain
thou art draped in sin
Amidst the I have been
And seek the sentinel
On battlefields where they

Desire rekindles
Nearer than
The scent of fragrant death
Fore spell of winter I
That I might dream thy
Invoke to tee dragons slain
A like song of grave
Caressing shadows, demons

Thou alone se me in this sorrow

thou art beautiful, fore thou art bright
Flashing thy splendour amidst the
canst not flee, mine shalt thou be
Of all
shalt a goddess be