Luyện nghe bài hát Cimmeries

Gorgot Belem.
May the Great open to me,
my voice thunder in thy
and for the of the Lords of the Great Frost.
The whirling air of the North my spirit
in the for glorious past.
And it was in the of time
the death fires floodlighted darkness
the wind brought the of blood,
the air of and the exterminators outcry.
The of sacrifice deepened in the flesh
and the nerves and the seers raised
hearts still pulsating to Gods
for obscure prophecies.
Prepare now your soul for the of the sacred death,
may water suffocate your breath and consume your flesh,
all this so that Teutates, Esus and Taranis my people.
Heavy and slow were the of the black warriors
in the Aeron's march, rising like whirls
the horrible Crow turned His eyes to the battle remains.
Morighon was among the stones of the timeless,
where the stars engraved their
and under the of the moon
the were enlighted on the Great Secrets.
I want to reopen my to look beyond the horizon of fear,
My God is in me,
in the of my arm,
in the of my sword.
Crom.
I my arms to Andraste,
so that massacre be in my eyes.
Crom.
To the of the abyss I kneel,
so that the Three Furies my soul.
Crom.
With I honour the Gods,
so inebriation draws me near them.
Crom.
My I paint of moon
like all the sons of the sun lands,
I to Her.
is in me.
Remote are now archaic deeds in the mist of time,
and the Cimmeries sleep
in the obscure silence of the
like ancient relics, sigils to fragile ashes.
But the choirs will thunder Gorgot Necrod Belem.
May the Great Portal to you.