Luyện nghe bài hát At Down Of A Funeral Winter

1]

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

The angles of follow me
through the (foot) lost paths,
the huge forests,
during the eternal nights of a winter.

Drowned in the
the kingdom of deads,
has condemned my
has haunted the forests!

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

...And the souls recall 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 raise with the of evil,
my is eternal!!!

2]

The wolves their song,
towards the of hell,
the Northern abysses let to
these leed north winds,
the of victims sacrificed,
to rites of Shub-Niggurath,
the goat of the eternal woods.

When the night is
and the sun is in the of Ram,
the chant of darkness be uttered
towards the winds.
The key be turned,
and the gates open
us, in the darkend kingdom