🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Smoking Ruins - Ensiferum

 For many  ago
 He  his home behind.
 No  or a note,
 Like a thief  fled into the night.
 
 Heart  of foolish pride,
 He  a death of his clans man
 All prophesies he 
 And  in exile he grieves.
 
 Hear the call of the fallen 
 Wisdom of those  time has gone
 Live  life bravely my first born son,
 On battlefields fight, don't 
 
 The wheel of  keeps turning
 A boy becomes a 
 But still shame burns 
 At last  understands.
 
 He heads back to his 
 He rides  like a storm wind
 But the flames in  horizon,
 Tell there is  death to be found.
 
 By the smoking ruins of  past life.
 He raises his hand  the skies,
 "Oh  of thunder,
  of my fathers,
 Strike me down for  I've done!"