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 heart on a in the south.

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

Can this love be
Our worlds collide
On opposite of a war we are chained
We'll break the
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 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 will not fade.

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

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

On her way, she's merry
So merry, so full of joy and of
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 before they their night.
In the reflection a shadow appears.

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

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

Kneel and receive your salvation from (repeat)