Luyện nghe bài hát At Down Of A Funeral Winter

1]

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

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

in the shadow
light the of deads,
has my soul
has the hibernal forests!

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

...And the souls recall the way of my cremation
the singing the voices of the night
on the threshold at the of the kingdom,
of the behold the moonlike throne.

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

2]

The howling their song,
the gates of hell,
the Northern let to hear
among these leed winds,
the weeps of sacrificed,
to rites of Shub-Niggurath,
the goat of the eternal woods.

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