🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Stone Cold Metal - Ensiferum

 Howl of a  wakes up a man,
  haggard shadow in this wasted land.
 Vultures rise  the scorching sun.
 A dry wind blows  a silent town.
 
 Some Whiskey  clear his head
 And some for the brothers  are dead.
  day, another chase,
 Vigilantes will meet their 
 
 Saddle your 
  are riding tonight
 Be ready to 
  flee from a fight.
 Pillaging is  our blood,
 We bow to no one and no one  all!
 
 Stone cold metal in his 
 Stirs wild  of righteous man.
 Life of an outlaw; the gallows 
 Until then they  reign!
 
 No border is  sacred
  cross and to spill the cup of hatred.
 Days to  are still unveiled,
 Take what's yours, no time to 
 
 Waning daylight, time to move 
 Under a looming  moon.
  town, again to raze,
 Surely  will pass deaths gate.
 
  the silence of the night
  lady of the evening,
 Deceived the whereabouts of 
 
 Ten bounty hunters are heading to  hideaway.
 A dark red  moon
 Shimmers it  light.
 Upon a  affair of honour.
 
 For a fleeting moment, eye meets 
 Silent  before an inevitable solution.
 Dead or alive, it's  the same...