Luyện nghe bài hát Wine Of Defeat

She was the in the lands to the south,
beauty so that men dared not see,
a smile inspiring of angels,
enthralling the men so fall to their knees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can this love be
Our worlds collide
On sides of a war we are chained
Our own will us
and what 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,
he embrace me?

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

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

Can this be nurtured
Our worlds did
On opposite sides of a war we chained
I'll their wills
And spill blood
It is not treason the hate is pure.

Kneel and receive salvation from hell (repeat)