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

From the past the winds of blow...

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

Hubris!

goes before Destruction
And a haughty
Before A

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

Raped from all
I scream my
The Harvest
Is there a god left to to?

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

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

...And the Closed the gates of tomorrow