Luyện nghe bài hát U-mu La Mah-ri

Why should we that which betrays
Leeches, they steal of our
Why should we lower ourselves to the
they are to be made
We need not to be held in their
Illusions but they can hold
We rise the strength
The One Who lays to waste
Praising the Weapon that our land
So perfect It's Way
Punisher of the treacherous
La Mah-Ri
This Force no bolt
For It's now the One
rage it holds
Only sated when the last
deed of treason
Unseen by the enchained
Ignorance which shielded the
All by the All Knowing One
You'll within the Hands
Of the Storm that means end
These you call your gods
These things, they you not
Oh now you the torment
Bound in the that enslaved us
Now you the suffering
you bestowed upon our being
Live the pain of the Gnashing that's
Grinding your enslaver
By what right did you us
Now reap the suffering
Oh no mercy for you've
Broken the Sacred you've
Taken the of many
you have bound and punished
For your no repentance
Can back the Wrath
Which called on yourselves
By deeds
No new can arise
a land once denounced
By my
For He stands
For no man may up
To enslave any
Made by Design of our God
That of shall
Define what is
For unmatched is the
of Most High
the Weapon that Cleanses our land
So perfect It's Way
These you praise as gods
things, dispirited things