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Báo LỗiOn These Endless Fields
Their horses heavy
In clad and chain armor
March into battle
Man against man
Sword against sword
Hammer and axe against shield
Let the banners fly high
Mortal screams pierce the cold air
As steel meets flesh and the strong rule the weak
And then, the great rains set in
And but for a moment it seemed
As if all the blood had been cleansed by the Gods
Đây là hệ thống cung cấp lời nhạc tổng hợp tự động hoàn toàn bằng phần mềm vi tính, đây là phiên bản thử nghiệm.
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