🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Smoking Ruins - Ensiferum

 For many  ago
 He  his home behind.
 No  or a note,
 Like a thief he fled  the night.
 
 Heart full of  pride,
 He caused a death of  clans man
 All prophesies he 
 And  in exile he grieves.
 
 Hear the  of the fallen ones
 Wisdom of those whose  has gone
 Live your life bravely  first born son,
 On battlefields  don't run.
 
 The wheel of  keeps turning
 A boy  a man.
 But still shame burns 
 At last  understands.
 
 He heads back to  homeland.
 He rides fast like a  wind
 But the flames  the horizon,
 Tell there is only death to be 
 
 By the smoking  of his past life.
 He raises his hand to the 
  god of thunder,
 God of  fathers,
 Strike me down for what I've