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

From the past the of Melancholy blow...

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

Hubris!

Pride before Destruction
And a spirit
A Fall

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

from all virtue
I scream my
The Harvest
Is there a god to pray to?

Compassion, a lie
your side
Or be Shoved to the
(and) Aggression
They're A
And I Mourn (for the bygone)

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

...And the Closed the gates of tomorrow