Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Gates Of Tomorrow ( The Cold Harvest)

From the past the of Melancholy blow...

I hear The Call of the wind
I feel its (and) its Freezing Cold
And I see no more...
For the wind has my eyes

Hubris!

Pride before Destruction
And a haughty
A Fall

I see not tomorrow, only the
The Cold Pain of Lost my eyes
I try to close my eyes, alas I
For The have Frozen my eyes

from all virtue
I my Rage
The Harvest
Is a god left to pray to?

Compassion, a lie
Choose side
Or be Shoved to the
Depression (and)
They're A
And I (for the past bygone)

Mournfully I Weep for the Lost
The Freezing (oh, The Cold!)
Bloodred my eyes Bleed
For the past gone and (best?)

...And the Closed the gates of tomorrow