Luyện nghe bài hát Cimmeries

Gorgot Belem.
May the Great 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 for glorious past.
And it was in the mist of
that the death floodlighted darkness
the brought the smell of blood,
the air of and the exterminators outcry.
The blades of sacrifice deepened in the
and the and the black seers raised
hearts still pulsating to Gods
for obscure prophecies.
now your soul for the embrace of the sacred death,
may water your breath and flame consume your flesh,
all this so that Teutates, Esus and Taranis my people.
Heavy and slow were the of the black warriors
in the Aeron's march, rising like whirls
while the horrible Crow turned His eyes to the remains.
was reigning among the stones of the timeless,
where the engraved their symbols
and under the brightness of the
the initiates enlighted on the Great 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 my arms to Andraste,
so that only 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 draws me near 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 archaic deeds in the of time,
and the Cimmeries sleep
in the obscure silence of the
ancient relics, mighty sigils to fragile ashes.
But the choirs will again Gorgot Necrod Belem.
May the Portal close to you.