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 fall to their knees.

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

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

Can love be nurtured
Our worlds collide
On opposite of a war we are chained
We'll break the
and our blood
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 the most bitter of wine
The wine of and deception

On the of our mothers, the ground is now soaked
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 heart that my own approve
a devil is made of his
The men of my kin that my heart approve
the kinship must be in the

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

On her way, wandering 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 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 a shadow appears.

A legion uniting
to the fate of our kin
Crawl under 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 their blood
It is not treason when the is pure.

Kneel and receive your from hell (repeat)