Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior's Pride

The wide green and windy valley's wood, the dark ice veiled mountain
the silent mystic castle walls are now showing their lament
The sad magic dance of my white elves... sing to mark the past of
Sing to cry his tragic destiny, and to him on his way

While the burns and their hands now rise
To the sky for the warrior's pride.
May the mighty ride the wind of dreams
Breath in our trees us from sin.

On the golden throne of Irekan she is fighting back her
Her sad future so without her king be too hard to endure
Now the valiant knights of come all from the farest midlands
'Cause the songs of jester their crown and so now they come for him

the fire burns and their hands now rise
To the crystal sky for the pride.
May the mighty king ride the of dreams
in our trees freeing us from sin.