Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Grey Banner

["A hundred years had passed. Man would face man, and with the vast armies of the mad King, the dwarves and elves faced destruction. Even though weighed down by the tremendous task at hand, the leaders of the free peoples inspired hope and courage among their ranks. Ilmarion spoke proudly of honour and sacrifice to mounted knights, Duviel the Elven Queen gathered the elven archers to her in great lines and Grimmdane Skullcleaver, the foremost warrior and general of the dwarven race commanded more than twenty perfectly squared cohorts of armoured dwarves. Their banners waved proudly in the air, though the Islander could easily count five times that number in grey banners. And so this day their doom would come."]

the northwinds
On ground we stand
In the air a banners
Flying the
Of peoples joined in bitter

Darkened green for the
Crimson red for lords
Deep azure blue for men the hearts to defy

horns are sounding
we drink our ale
filled cold determination
the ancients
as dark lines out on the plains

See the stretched before me
It's somehow
Why am I
Why was I to this trial?

["The mounted knights of free men long fought on the flanks of the King's army, greatly decimating the dark one's numbers. The dwarven bersekers charged towards the forest of grey banners, as they had once stormed the orcish hordes, while covered by millions of elven arrows. After one full day of battle, both armies were brought down to a quarter of their initial strength, and as the army of twisted men were nearly routed came the final and ultimate sign of the King's treachery. On the horizon there was now a sight not seen by men for a hundred years; a great dark and twisted army of orcs, goblins and netherkind, brought there by an unholy covenant with he who was once their destroyer. Led by the terrible warsong of Gargoth the Orcish Lord, the black lines engulfed armies with intent of utter annihilation."

"Fueled by cries and scent of slaughter, fall before the march! Now our armies will rend flesh from bone.
Throne of bones, its lord has spoken, foul take all that remain.
Now my children we drink their blood!"

"With all hope nearly gone and facing destruction, the Islander were forced to seek out and challenge his brother, the fallen King of the West and menace of Westmar. into single combat"]

You you can stand before me? You are mistaken!
No! I'm filled with the of a god,
ignited by a flame!

See how burning with zeal, and yet so unknowing!
Die! I you pay for your crimes, red, the grey banner dyed!

With steel I redeem
For I know what seen in my dreams
One has to find his demise

Fool! you see
that you were to perish before me?

See the for my eyes
How can be,
Were the scriptures all
Oh horizon...

What? is this? Who is this girl, who dares to strike me?
Take my for another's
Now fall! As he has recovered...

So we are
from a dream
Glorious
But she's unto me
See, all will
From to the sea
But forever live on in my memory