Luyện nghe bài hát Wine Of Defeat

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

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

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

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

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

On the fields of our mothers, the ground is now
in the blood of the who died for our home.
Our was shattered, in pain 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 won't approve
the kinship be in the past

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

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

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

A relentless legion
to the fate of our kin
Crawl it's skin
in the of treason, oppression and sin
Let the of tyrants begin

Can hate be nurtured
Our worlds did
On sides of a war we were chained
I'll break wills
And spill blood
It is not treason the hate is pure.

and receive your salvation from hell (repeat)