Luyện nghe bài hát At Down Of A Funeral Winter

1]

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

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

Drowned in the
the kingdom of deads,
has my soul
has the hibernal forests!

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

...And the souls will the way of my cremation
the singing the voices of the night
on the at the gates 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 with 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 of victims sacrificed,
to bloody of Shub-Niggurath,
the black goat of the woods.

When the is deep
and the sun is in the of Ram,
the of darkness will be uttered
the Northern winds.
The key be turned,
and the gates open
facing us, in the darkend