🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Stone Cold Metal - Ensiferum

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