Luyện nghe bài hát Warlord

Flashes of
Destroyin' the peace of the
On the
are great flames shining bright

He's armed, he's ready and
To and fight 'till the end
used to blood-shed and killing
Black Death is his friend

Pain and torture, flames and
The smell of everywhere
warriors, blood-stained armours
Dying
When the Warlord's hot
the air

He rules with
Mercy's a word he does not
Wherever he
The sands of are running low

His was a volcano
She spat him out in a night
His was the rolling thunder
He him
"Son, born to fight"

and torture.....