Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior

This is the best of the daythe dawn
The final breath unsullied yet
By acrid or deaths cacophony
The rank of unchained ambition
And pray, me not but know me now,
Your faithful retainer stands
To serve his liege lord without
to fall and perish namelessly
No bier or muffled drum to set
The cadence for a dress parade
But it was not always
Once you me and named me a god
In many tongues and made offering
I exact too terrible a

Take heed for I am weary,
And decrepit now and my grows short
There are no honorable frays to

Only mean death out in dibs and dabs
Or horror unleashed across oceans
Assail me not with policy
For I not at all for platitude
And such tedious detail
To greater minds than and nimbler tongues
Singular in purpose and resolve
And presuming to speak for

Oh, for another time, a field
And a mortal warriors lonely grave
But charges me remain until
The end the battle of the last war
Until that render unto me
That which is mine my well deserved
The flower of your progeny
Your sons, your daughters your hopes and your
The cruel of your conceit

Sarangel (ASCAP)