Luyện nghe bài hát Cimmeries

Gorgot Belem.
May the Great Portal to me,
my thunder in thy name
and for the power of the Lords of the 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 brought the smell of blood,
the air of extermination and the outcry.
The blades of deepened in the flesh
and the nerves and the black raised
hearts pulsating to unnamable Gods
for their prophecies.
Prepare now soul for the embrace of the sacred death,
may water suffocate breath and flame consume your flesh,
all this so Teutates, Esus and Taranis protect my people.
Heavy and were the treads of the black warriors
in the Aeron's march, dust rising whirls
while the horrible Crow turned His to the battle remains.
Morighon was reigning among the 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 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 only massacre be in my eyes.
Crom.
To the of the abyss I kneel,
so that the Furies invade my soul.
Crom.
With wine I the Gods,
so that inebriation draws me them.
Crom.
My face I of moon
like all the sons of the sun lands,
I to Her.
is in me.
Remote are now those 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 thunder again Gorgot Necrod Belem.
May the Portal close to you.