🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Smoking Ruins - Ensiferum

 For many  ago
 He left his  behind.
 No farewells  a note,
 Like a thief he  into the night.
 
 Heart full  foolish pride,
 He  a death of his clans man
 All  he denied,
 And  in exile he grieves.
 
  the call of the fallen ones
 Wisdom of those whose time has 
 Live your  bravely my first born son,
 On  fight, don't run.
 
 The wheel of  keeps turning
 A boy becomes  man.
 But still  burns him.
 At last he 
 
 He  back to his homeland.
 He rides fast like a  wind
 But the flames in the 
 Tell there  only death to be found.
 
 By the smoking ruins of his past 
  raises his hand to the skies,
  god of thunder,
  of my fathers,
 Strike  down for what I've done!"