Luyện nghe bài hát The Proclamation

...and so it to pass...
there arose the myst
of
a black warhorse
of which like the world has
ever before
or will see again.
A mighty whose
thundering
th very foundation
of the earth.
Striking into the hearts of
even the bravest
and the only thing powerful,
more
the Man who it.
he was,clad in an armour
as the night,
his grim as his sword
was
are old as time itself,eyes tha
have the dawn of this world
and he is now to see
its end
dealing and destruction to
all stands in his way,
the of the wastelands.
All bow to the Dark