Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes of Battle

There is a deep pathos
A monumental
Blood has stained ground
The very itself a barrow

The echoes of battle cold through the ages
The moon on old dunes, awakening ancient hatreds

Swords held high to the sky at such great a cost
Standards fly above funeral
and loss
We are strong, but when the day is we are left bereaved
Marching on to the drum
Triumph and

Behold the storming of iron
Destruction wrought there upon the
A host of warriors fall, never to
Their epitaph a of steel

Empires built upon the bones of those who beside us
The sun has set into the dark
And we have seen the fields of war steal the lives of sons and
The iron heart of glory beats a hollow
The of battle rise and fall but the thirst for blood lives on
The Wolves of Winter rise and howl for honour's
The sands forever consume the blood of friends and fathers
The gates of Hood will open wide with dreams of

There is a pathos here
A sorrow
Blood has stained this
The very land itself a