Luyện nghe bài hát Cimmeries

Gorgot Belem.
May the Great open to me,
my voice thunder in thy
and for the power of the of the Great Frost.
The whirling air of the North my spirit
in the for glorious past.
And it was in the mist of
that the fires floodlighted darkness
the wind brought the of blood,
the air of extermination and the outcry.
The blades of deepened in the flesh
and the nerves and the seers raised
hearts still pulsating to Gods
for obscure prophecies.
now your soul for the embrace of the sacred death,
may water suffocate your breath and flame your flesh,
all this so Teutates, Esus and Taranis protect my people.
Heavy and slow the treads of the black warriors
in the Aeron's march, dust rising whirls
while the horrible Crow His eyes to the battle remains.
was reigning among the stones of the timeless,
where the engraved their symbols
and the brightness of the moon
the initiates enlighted on the Great Secrets.
I want to reopen my eyes to look beyond the of fear,
My God is in me,
in the of my arm,
in the of my sword.
Crom.
I my arms to Andraste,
so only massacre be in my eyes.
Crom.
To the of the abyss I kneel,
so that the Three Furies my soul.
Crom.
With wine I the Gods,
so that draws me near them.
Crom.
My face I paint of
all the sons of the dying sun lands,
I to Her.
is in me.
Remote are now those deeds in the mist of time,
and the Cimmeries testimonials
in the obscure of the tumulus
ancient relics, mighty sigils to fragile ashes.
But the choirs thunder again Gorgot Necrod Belem.
May the Great close to you.