🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Triumph For My Magic Steel - Rhapsody

 Flies to where old  are lying
 the cry for the triumph for my  sword
 Burns the pride of my mighty 
  rises the sceptre of our wise lord
 So thunder and  the rage of the sword
 the fury of  war
 The axe of the dwarf, the  on the stone
 the  for the eternal
 
 Rage in the wind at  triumph for my magic steel
  will taste the blade of the ancient sword... and
 Rage  the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
 led by hundreds of mighty  fallen lords
 
 Dead,  and unholy sorrow
  heads of the fallen are staining the snow
 May this be the last  cruel war
 I'm  at my skies but they answer not!
 So thunder and  the rage of the sword
 the fury of  war
 The axe of the dwarf, the  on the stone
 the  for the eternal
 
 Rage in the wind at the  for my magic steel
 you will taste the blade of the ancient  and
 Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic 
 led by hundreds of mighty and proudly  brave lords
 
 Old cathedrals dusty graves where nest  seeds of holy victory
 Blood from old crypts gushing out to drown the deadly cosmic 
 Steel all around for the  and his crown
  of the dawn are caressing us all...
 Ancelot  at the knights' epic cry
  to the old and their emerald sword
 The kingdom is  hailing the triumph over Dargor
 and he the man from Loregard  stands in front of all... of all!