Luyện nghe bài hát Venomtongue

False
None my friend in
bards
None my in word

Ill comes to pass
War
Ill nature to pass

Untame
No ward on words of blaming

Stinging song
No heart, no hope for
No heart, no hope for

In dismay the One-Eyed
With a brow
On the of old
a bleeding heart
In of cold
Hating,

Dawned decay of alliance
No use to
On a of old
Let the elder
and disgrace
Blaming,

With the guts of long gone son
Tearing
On the guts of long gone son

Come the holy woe
undone
From the holy woe