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 fall to knees.

To the north of the mountains, of brew,
a heathen the strength of ten bears.
Slaying 'till the hangover strikes.
his heart 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 worlds collide
On opposite of a war we are chained
break the chains
and our blood
It is not tainted when the is pure.

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

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 of this plague will 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 heart won't
the must be in the past

Can this be nurtured
Our worlds will
On opposite sides of a war we are
Our own break us
and spoil what we
We can not stay where the hearts 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 lover is in lust
But thoughts of families makes her mind and heart rust
She is so weary, a is in sight.
A nice place to rest before share their night.
In the water reflection a appears.

A relentless uniting
to forge the of our kin
under it's skin
in the blood-pool of treason, and sin
Let the of tyrants begin

Can this be nurtured
Our did collide
On sides of a war we were chained
break their wills
And spill blood
It is not treason the hate is pure.

Kneel and receive your salvation hell (repeat)