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

1
Among the icy previaled,
I draw the curtain of death,
thousand of souls fallen
in the of the crypts of pain,
the voices of the past.
The of damnation follow me
travel the (foot) lost paths,
the black forests,
during the nights of a funeral winter.
in the shadow
light the of deads,
has condemned my
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 will 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 with the forces of evil,
my is eternal!!
2
The wolves their song,
the gates of hell,
the Northern abysses let to
among leed north winds,
the weeps of sacrificed,
to bloody of Shub-Niggurath,
the black 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 will
facing us, in the kingdom