Luyện nghe bài hát Voices From The War

Where do all the men go
the battlefields?
Where are their exploded
useless swords and shields?

In the hall of gods
Are now at piece
Or are fighting evermore
To earn their last

Midgard, Heaven, come
Are they all the
Fallen heroes
The the slain
Did they believe or did die in vain?

Immortal dead, and sons
When all is and all is done
Running for life, dying for the cause
Pawns in the game, from the war

The men they march away to
Their fate is never
They never all home again
To tell of what seen

In the battles fury
Is the verdict
Executioner, judge and
Forgotten in the

Valhalla happy hunting
Are all the same
Fallen heroes, warriors the the slain
Did believe or did they die ashamed?

dead, brothers and sons
All is said, all is
to the death
What did do it for?
of the cross
Voices the war

The battlefields are now
The graves all the same
The crosses without
And so without names

In the battles
Drowned in and fear
A hundred thousand
For a thousand years

Are they in a better
Or do lie unclaimed
The heroes, the deserters, the cowardly, the
Did they know or did they die

for the lost
Stolen their lives
before their time
No to say goodbye

Fighting to the
How could be so sure?
Voices the grave
from the war