Luyện nghe bài hát The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

Wars of kings and clash of armouries
Whose swords no man tell, whose spears
Were numerous as field's ears
Rolled over all the lands, and seas

Were loud with navies, devouring fires
the armies burned both fields and towns
And sacked and crumbled or to flaming
Were made, where treasuries and crowns

Kings and their folk, their wives and maids
Were all consumed. Now are those courts
the towers, whose old shape slowly fades
And no feet pass beneath their ports

I need no call of clamant bell rings
Iron tongued in the of earthly kings
Take a ride on, on,
on your horse
on that ground
a ride, ride on,
on your rotting
with a sound.

Here on the and trees there lies a spell
Of unforgotten loss, of memories more
than wealth.
Here undefeated the fog immortal
withered elmes,
Alalminore one in realms