🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Triumph For My Magic Steel - Rhapsody

 Flies to where old  are lying
 the cry  the triumph for my magic sword
 Burns the pride of my mighty 
  rises the sceptre of our wise lord
 So thunder and storm, the rage  the sword
 the fury of my 
 The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the 
 the  for the eternal
 
 Rage in the  at the triumph for my magic steel
 you will taste the blade of  ancient sword... and
 Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic 
  by hundreds of mighty and fallen lords
 
 Dead, laments and  sorrow
  heads of the fallen are staining the snow
 May this  the last hated cruel war
 I'm looking at my skies but they  not!
 So thunder and  the rage of the sword
 the  of my war
 The axe of the  the blood on the stone
  scream for the eternal
 
 Rage in  wind at the triumph for my magic steel
 you will taste the blade of  ancient sword... and
 Rage in the wind at the triumph  my magic steel
 led by hundreds of mighty  proudly fallen brave lords
 
  cathedrals dusty graves where nest the seeds of holy victory
 Blood from  crypts gushing out to drown the deadly cosmic enemy
  all around for the king and his crown
 Winds  the dawn are caressing us all...
 Ancelot smiles at the knights' epic 
 Thanks to the old and their  sword
 The kingdom is now hailing the triumph  Dargor
 and he the man from Loregard he stands  front of all... of all!