Luyện nghe bài hát At Down Of A Funeral Winter

1]

Among the icy previaled,
I draw the curtain of death,
of lost souls fallen
in the of the crypts of pain,
through the of the past.

The angles of damnation me
travel the (foot) lost paths,
the black forests,
the eternal nights of a funeral winter.

Drowned in the
light the of deads,
has my soul
has haunted the forests!

My burn in a chapel,
by the of damnation,
will still now and forever
in a of the shadows of the past.

...And the will recall the way of my cremation
with the singing the of the night
on the threshold at the of the kingdom,
of the shadows the moonlike throne.

I cry for my life,
but at of my rebirth
and by the of my blasphemy,
I raise the forces of evil,
my is eternal!!!

2]

The howling their song,
towards the of hell,
the abysses let to hear
among these leed winds,
the weeps of sacrificed,
to bloody of Shub-Niggurath,
the black of the eternal woods.

When the is deep
and the sun is in the of Ram,
the chant of darkness be uttered
towards the winds.
The key be turned,
and the will open
facing us, in the kingdom