🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Stone Cold Metal - Ensiferum

 Howl of a coyote  up a man,
  haggard shadow in this wasted land.
 Vultures rise with the scorching 
 A dry wind blows in a  town.
 
 Some  to clear his head
 And some  the brothers who are dead.
 Another day,  chase,
 Vigilantes will meet their 
 
 Saddle  steed
 We are riding 
 Be ready to 
 Don't flee  a fight.
 Pillaging is in  blood,
 We bow to no one  no one at all!
 
 Stone cold metal  his hand,
 Stirs  rival of righteous man.
 Life  an outlaw; the gallows await.
 Until then they shall 
 
 No border is  sacred
 To cross and to spill the cup  hatred.
 Days to  are still unveiled,
 Take what's  no time to bewail!
 
 Waning daylight, time to move 
 Under a  crescent moon.
 Another town, again to 
 Surely  will pass deaths gate.
 
 In the  of the night
  lady of the evening,
 Deceived  whereabouts of marauders.
 
 Ten  hunters are heading to the hideaway.
 A dark  desert moon
 Shimmers  gloomy light.
  a baneful affair of honour.
 
 For a fleeting moment,  meets eye.
 Silent  before an inevitable solution.
 Dead or alive, it's all  same...