🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Stone Cold Metal - Ensiferum

 Howl of a coyote wakes up  man,
  haggard shadow in this wasted land.
 Vultures rise with the  sun.
 A dry wind blows in a  town.
 
 Some Whiskey to clear his 
 And some for  brothers who are dead.
 Another  another chase,
 Vigilantes  meet their fate.
 
 Saddle your 
 We  riding tonight
 Be ready to 
  flee from a fight.
 Pillaging is  our blood,
 We  to no one and no one at all!
 
 Stone cold metal in  hand,
 Stirs wild rival of  man.
 Life of an outlaw; the gallows 
 Until  they shall reign!
 
 No  is too sacred
 To cross and to spill the  of hatred.
 Days to  are still unveiled,
 Take what's yours, no time to 
 
  daylight, time to move on
 Under a looming crescent 
  town, again to raze,
  someone will pass deaths gate.
 
 In  silence of the night
 Treacherous lady of  evening,
 Deceived the  of marauders.
 
 Ten bounty hunters are heading to the 
 A dark  desert moon
  it gloomy light.
 Upon  baneful affair of honour.
 
 For a fleeting moment,  meets eye.
 Silent respect before an inevitable 
 Dead or alive, it's all  same...