🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Ghost Sword - Dark Moor

  moment came now
  brother died
 And  became his people's guide
 Though  suspicions
 Of fratricide
  him they ride
 
 They all  the legend
 Who bears  ghost sword
  the world an age end
 And  be it's lord
  his feats the legend
 In  will record
 
 Like a  blasphemer
 Out of  control
 A little of  dreamer
 A little a  soul
 It's Rome his  goal
 
 And then, a 
 Came  the horde
 Unafraid of sure 
  the ghost sword
 To  most adored
 
 Recitation
 He has  already
 To the  gates
 His decision's 
  not to dissuade
 But the Pope  ready
  to imprecate:
 "Don't  so steady and capitulate!"
 
 He how speaks of 
 Love  Jesus' sake
 And he feels  goodness
 Inside  awakes
  take what you wouldn't is
 Always  mistake