Luyện nghe bài hát Wine Of Defeat

She was the in the lands to the south,
beauty so blinding men dared not see,
a inspiring 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.
Setting his heart on a 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 will collide
On opposite sides of a war we are
We'll 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 wine of and deception

On the of our mothers, the ground is now soaked
in the blood of the brothers who for our home.
Our cause was shattered, in we are left
The stench of this plague 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 heart approve
the kinship be in the past

Can this love be
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, she's wandering
So merry, so of joy and of doubt
Wondering,
Will he 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 heart
She is so weary, a is in sight.
A nice place to rest they share their night.
In the water reflection a appears.

A relentless uniting
to the fate of our kin
Crawl under it's
in the of treason, oppression and sin
Let the bloodshed of tyrants

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

and receive your salvation from hell (repeat)