Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior

This is the best time of the daythe
The final cleansing breath yet
By fume or deaths cacophony
The rank refuse of ambition
And pray, me not but know me now,
Your retainer stands resolute
To serve his liege lord recompense
to fall and perish namelessly
No flag-draped or muffled drum to set
The cadence for a final dress
But it was not always
Once you me and named me a god
In many tongues and made offering
I exact too a tribute

heed for I am weary, ancient
And decrepit now and my grows short
There are no honorable frays to

Only death dealt out in dibs and dabs
Or horror from across oceans
Assail me not noble policy
For I care not at all for
And such tedious detail
To greater minds than mine and tongues
Singular in their and resolve
And presuming to speak for

Oh, for time, a distant field
And there a mortal warriors grave
But charges me remain until
The end the battle of the last war
Until morrow render unto me
which is mine my stipend well deserved
The fairest flower of progeny
Your sons, your daughters your hopes and dreams
The cruel consequence of conceit

Sarangel (ASCAP)