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

Steam rises through immovable air,
Sun fell to the horizon yet.
Dark infinite captured by winter greyness,
lying down slowly among trees,
Silence rules, silence which the storm, though.
In the of the wheel of time
In the very heart of
the lunar transformation
It spins threads of balance.
Before winter strikes in full
And wild frosts their sharp claws
I will spend this night dancing with shadows of spirits of the

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