Luyện nghe bài hát Wine Of Defeat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On her way, she's wandering
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 her mind and heart rust
She is so weary, a is in sight.
A place to rest before they share their night.
In the reflection a shadow appears.

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

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

and receive your salvation from hell (repeat)