Luyện nghe bài hát Along Paths Of Return (Pagan Nostalgia)

Steam rises through freezing air,
Sun down to the horizon yet.
Dark infinite forests captured by greyness,
lying down slowly among trees,
Silence rules, which precedes the storm, though.
In the centre of the of time
In the very heart of
the lunar transformation
It spins delicate of balance.
Before winter in full force
And wild frosts bury sharp claws
I will spend night dancing with flashing shadows of spirits of the

Then I enter the grey-like dawn
And in the entrails of gloomy foul weather
Where damp place and icy bind us
I will set off along paths covered with leaves that black,
paths which like rivers lead
Into running in the direction of return,
the ravine in time.