Luyện nghe bài hát Cimmeries

Gorgot Belem.
May the Portal open to me,
my voice thunder in thy
and for the of the Lords of the Great Frost.
The whirling air of the guide my spirit
in the quest for past.
And it was in the mist of
the death fires floodlighted darkness
the wind brought the of blood,
the air of and the exterminators outcry.
The blades of sacrifice in the flesh
and the and the black seers raised
hearts still to unnamable Gods
for obscure prophecies.
Prepare now your soul for the embrace of the death,
may water suffocate your breath and flame your flesh,
all this so that Teutates, Esus and protect my people.
Heavy and slow were the treads of the warriors
in the Aeron's march, dust rising like
while the horrible Crow turned His eyes to the remains.
Morighon was reigning among the of the timeless,
where the stars their symbols
and the brightness of the moon
the initiates 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 only be in my eyes.
Crom.
To the of the abyss I kneel,
so that the Three invade my soul.
Crom.
With wine I the Gods,
so that inebriation draws me them.
Crom.
My face I of moon
like all the of the dying sun lands,
I to Her.
is in me.
Remote are now archaic deeds in the mist of time,
and the Cimmeries sleep
in the silence of the tumulus
like ancient relics, mighty sigils to ashes.
But the choirs thunder again Gorgot Necrod Belem.
May the Great Portal to you.