Luyện nghe bài hát Wine Of Defeat

She was the in the lands to the south,
beauty so blinding men dared not see,
a smile tales of angels,
the men so they fall to their knees.

To the of the mountains, thirsty of brew,
a heathen the strength of ten bears.
crusaders 'till the hangover strikes.
Setting his heart on a in the south.

have thought I'd fall for a heathen,
but he is the man in my heart.

Can love be nurtured
Our worlds will
On sides of a war we are chained
break the chains
and our blood
It is not tainted the heart is pure.

I am a heathen, or so I am by the mob
- the masses that kneel in fear
I have consumed the bitter of wine
The of defeat and deception

On the of our mothers, the ground is now soaked
in the of the brothers who died for our home.
Our cause was shattered, in we are left
The vile stench of this plague not fade.

A man in my heart my own won't approve
a devil is of his name
The men of my kin that my heart won't
the must be in the past

Can this love be
Our worlds will
On opposite of a war we are chained
Our own break us
and spoil we have
We can not stay where the hearts hate.

On her way, wandering merry
So merry, so of joy and of doubt
Wondering,
Will he me?

the top,
At she can see the valley,-
The valley where is awaiting in lust
But thoughts of their families her mind and heart rust
She is so weary, a is in sight.
A nice place to before they share their night.
In the reflection a shadow appears.

A relentless uniting
to the fate of our kin
under it's skin
in the blood-pool of treason, and sin
Let the of tyrants begin

Can this be nurtured
Our did collide
On sides of a war we were chained
I'll break wills
And their blood
It is not treason when the is pure.

Kneel and receive your from hell (repeat)