Luyện nghe bài hát Mystical End

On the plains of the
A cry was heard
From the echoes of a song
Singing of a

The of the land begotten
Is very seldom
To natives of the
tribes of old have sought

Way up in the sky the sun is bright
All the screaming, Screaming to be free
The teachings of a wasted and a darker death
The burning sun is turning Black falling the sky

As the moon away
And the sun black
The darkest fall the sky
for their attack
In the hour
The doom and begins
Inside the minds
It it never ends
At once the sun turns
And the stops
Everyone's in grave
Except for of the dead
For the one who deceive us
Is the one...

On the day of the night things were well
But on the night of the light all night things
Thrown into the pit you the natives scream
The legend lives on in the Sun eye