Luyện nghe bài hát Wine Of Defeat

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

To the of the mountains, thirsty of brew,
a heathen the strength of ten bears.
Slaying 'till 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 this love be
Our worlds will
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 kneel down in fear
I consumed the most bitter of wine
The wine of defeat and

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

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

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

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

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

A relentless legion
to forge the of our kin
Crawl under it's
in the blood-pool of treason, and sin
Let the bloodshed of tyrants

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

Kneel and receive salvation from hell (repeat)