Luyện nghe bài hát Cimmeries

Gorgot Belem.
May the Great Portal to me,
my thunder in thy name
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 death fires floodlighted
the brought the smell of blood,
the air of and the exterminators outcry.
The blades of sacrifice deepened in the
and the nerves and the black raised
still pulsating to unnamable Gods
for obscure prophecies.
Prepare now your soul for the embrace of the death,
may water suffocate breath and flame consume your flesh,
all this so that Teutates, Esus and Taranis my people.
Heavy and slow the treads of the black warriors
in the Aeron's march, dust like whirls
while the Crow turned His eyes to the battle remains.
Morighon was reigning among the of the timeless,
the stars engraved their symbols
and under the 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 raise my to Andraste,
so that massacre be in my eyes.
Crom.
To the of the abyss I kneel,
so the Three Furies invade my soul.
Crom.
With I honour the Gods,
so inebriation draws me near them.
Crom.
My face I of moon
all the sons of the dying sun lands,
I to Her.
is in me.
Remote are now those archaic in the mist of time,
and the Cimmeries testimonials
in the obscure silence of the
like relics, mighty sigils to fragile ashes.
But the choirs will again Gorgot Necrod Belem.
May the Portal close to you.