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 guide my spirit
in the for glorious past.
And it was in the mist of
that the death fires darkness
the wind the smell of blood,
the air of and the exterminators outcry.
The blades of sacrifice in the flesh
and the nerves and the black raised
hearts still to unnamable Gods
for obscure prophecies.
Prepare now your for the embrace of the sacred death,
may water suffocate your breath and flame consume 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 like
while the Crow turned 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 to reopen my eyes 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 only massacre be in my eyes.
Crom.
To the of the abyss I kneel,
so that the Three invade my soul.
Crom.
With I honour the Gods,
so that draws me near them.
Crom.
My I paint of moon
like all the of the dying 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 of the tumulus
like ancient relics, mighty to fragile ashes.
But the choirs will thunder Gorgot Necrod Belem.
May the Great close to you.