🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Ghost Sword - Dark Moor

 The  came now
 His brother 
 And he  his people's guide
  was suspicions
 Of fratricide
 Behind  they ride
 
 They all know  legend
 Who bears the  sword
 Brings the  an age end
 And must  it's lord
 Thinks  feats the legend
 In fire will 
 
 Like a  blasphemer
 Out of all 
 A little of  dreamer
 A little a  soul
 It's Rome his first 
 
 And  a stranger
 Came to the 
 Unafraid of  danger
  the ghost sword
 To the most 
 
 Recitation
 He  come already
 To  city gates
 His  made
 He's  to dissuade
 But the Pope  ready
 There  imprecate:
 "Don't be so steady and 
 
 He  speaks of crudeness
 Love  Jesus' sake
 And he feels  goodness
  his awakes
 To take  you wouldn't is
  a mistake