🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Stone Cold Metal - Ensiferum

 Howl of  coyote wakes up a man,
  haggard shadow in this wasted land.
 Vultures rise with  scorching sun.
 A dry wind blows in a  town.
 
 Some  to clear his head
  some for the brothers who are dead.
 Another day,  chase,
 Vigilantes will  their fate.
 
  your steed
 We are riding 
 Be  to kill
  flee from a fight.
 Pillaging is  our blood,
 We bow to no one and no one  all!
 
 Stone cold  in his hand,
  wild rival of righteous man.
 Life of  outlaw; the gallows await.
 Until then they  reign!
 
  border is too sacred
 To cross  to spill the cup of hatred.
  to come are still unveiled,
 Take  yours, no time to bewail!
 
 Waning daylight, time to move 
  a looming crescent moon.
  town, again to raze,
 Surely someone will  deaths gate.
 
 In the silence of  night
  lady of the evening,
 Deceived the  of marauders.
 
 Ten bounty hunters are heading to the 
 A  red desert moon
  it gloomy light.
 Upon a  affair of honour.
 
 For a fleeting moment, eye meets 
 Silent respect before an  solution.
 Dead or alive, it's all  same...