Luyện nghe bài hát Wine Of Defeat

She was the diamond in the to the south,
beauty so that men dared not see,
a smile tales of angels,
enthralling the men so they fall to 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 be nurtured
Our will collide
On sides of a war we are chained
We'll the chains
and our blood
It is not when the heart is pure.

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

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 stench of this plague not fade.

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

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

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

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

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

Can this be nurtured
Our did collide
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 salvation from hell (repeat)