Luyện nghe bài hát Wine Of Defeat

She was the diamond in the to the south,
so blinding that men dared not see,
a smile inspiring of angels,
enthralling the men so they to their knees.

To the of the mountains, thirsty of brew,
a heathen the strength 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 love be nurtured
Our worlds will
On opposite sides of a war we are
break 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 that kneel down in
I have consumed the most bitter of
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 was shattered, in pain we are left
The vile stench of this plague not fade.

A man in my that my own won't approve
a devil is made of his
The men of my kin that my heart won't
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 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,
he embrace me?

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

A relentless uniting
to the fate 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 opposite of a war we were chained
I'll their wills
And their blood
It is not treason when the is pure.

Kneel and receive your salvation hell (repeat)