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

From the the winds 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!

goes before Destruction
And a haughty
A Fall

I see not tomorrow, the past
The Cold Pain of Lost Burns my
I try to close my eyes, I can't
For The Tears have Frozen my

Raped all virtue
I my Rage
The Harvest
Is there a god to pray to?

Compassion, a lie
your side
Or be to the ground
Depression (and)
A Legion
And I Mourn (for the bygone)

Mournfully I Weep for the future
The Freezing (oh, The Cold!)
Bloodred Tears my Bleed
For the past and (best?) Forgotten

...And the wind Closed the gates of