Luyện nghe bài hát Cimmeries

Gorgot Belem.
May the Portal open to me,
my thunder in thy name
and for the of the Lords of the Great Frost.
The whirling air of the North guide my
in the quest for past.
And it was in the of time
the death 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 and the black seers raised
hearts still pulsating to Gods
for obscure prophecies.
Prepare now your soul for the of the sacred death,
may water suffocate your breath and flame consume 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, rising like 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 were enlighted on the Secrets.
I want to reopen my eyes to beyond the horizon 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 only be in my eyes.
Crom.
To the threshold of the I kneel,
so the Three Furies invade my soul.
Crom.
With I honour the Gods,
so that inebriation draws me them.
Crom.
My face I paint of
like all the sons of the sun lands,
I to Her.
is in me.
Remote are now archaic deeds in the mist of time,
and the testimonials sleep
in the obscure of the tumulus
like relics, mighty sigils to fragile ashes.
But the choirs thunder again Gorgot Necrod Belem.
May the Great close to you.