Luyện nghe bài hát At Down Of A Funeral Winter (chapter 1 & 2)

1
Among the icy previaled,
I draw the black of death,
thousand of lost souls
in the depth of the of pain,
through the of the past.
The of damnation follow me
travel the (foot) lost paths,
the huge forests,
during the nights of a funeral winter.
Drowned in the
light the of deads,
has condemned my
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 souls recall the way of my cremation
the singing the voices of the night
on the at the gates of the kingdom,
of the behold 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 wolves their song,
the gates of hell,
the abysses let to hear
among these north winds,
the weeps of sacrificed,
to rites of Shub-Niggurath,
the black goat of the woods.
When the is deep
and the sun is in the of Ram,
the chant of darkness will be
towards the winds.
The key be turned,
and the gates will
us, in the darkend kingdom