Luyện nghe bài hát Wine Of Defeat

She was the in the lands to the south,
so blinding that 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 with the of ten bears.
Slaying crusaders the hangover strikes.
Setting his heart on a in the south.

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

Can love be nurtured
Our worlds collide
On opposite sides of a war we are
We'll 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 and deception

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 will not fade.

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

Can this be nurtured
Our worlds collide
On sides of a war we are chained
Our own will 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,
Will he me?

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

A legion uniting
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 did collide
On opposite of a war we were chained
I'll break their
And spill blood
It is not when the hate is pure.

Kneel and receive salvation from hell (repeat)