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

  moment came now
 His brother 
 And he became his people's 
 Though  suspicions
 Of fratricide
 Behind him  ride
 
 They all know  legend
 Who bears the  sword
 Brings the world an age 
  must be it's lord
 Thinks  feats the legend
 In fire  record
 
 Like a wild 
 Out of all 
  little of a dreamer
  little a free soul
  Rome his first goal
 
 And then, a 
 Came  the horde
 Unafraid of sure 
 Gave the  sword
 To the  adored
 
 Recitation
 He has  already
 To the city 
  decision's made
 He's not to 
 But the Pope is 
 There to 
  be so steady and capitulate!"
 
 He how speaks  crudeness
 Love and  sake
 And he  that goodness
 Inside his 
 To take  you wouldn't is
  a mistake