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 goes Destruction
And a haughty
A Fall

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 have my eyes

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

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

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

...And the wind Closed the gates of