Luyện nghe bài hát Scorched Earth

Just one moment while the dice are cast,
He into the future and remembers what is past,
what he's doing on this battlefield,
Shrugs to his shadow, impatient, too yet to kneel.

In his wake he leaves scorched and work in vain;
drifts up behind him - he is free again,
Free to run before the of a deadly foe,
Leaving nothing fit for pillage, leaving home.
And it's far too to turn, unless it's to stone.

madly forward, tracks across the snow,
Wind madness to him, ever on he goes
spoor to mark his passage, trace his weary climb.
Cross the moor and make the stumbling, wayward, blind.
In the end his footprints as one single line.

latest exponent of heresy is goaded into an attack,
Persuaded to at his enemy.
Too late, he that it is, too late now to turn back,
Too by far to falter.
The sits uneasily at his rear,
He's right into the trap.
Surrounded, but striving through and fear.
Ahead of him he knows waits an ambuscade
But the dice slip his fingers
And living from day to day,
Carrying his around upon his back,
Leaving nothing but the tell-tale of his track.

He will not be hostage, he not be slave,
No of past can trap him, though the future may.
Still he runs and burns behind him in retreat;
his life remains unfettered; he denies defeat.

It's far too to turn, unless it's to stone.
Leave the to burn; at least that's been his own.

Scorched earth, that's all that's left when done;
Holding nothing but to no one
nothing, out of no false pride, he survives.
Snow tracks are all that's left to be
Of a man who entered the of a dream,
nothing but the life he's known
This, at least, has his own.