Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Winds Of Funeral Dust

Under a moon in the cold lakes of Thule
Winter lies untouched
I dwell at the mountains of madness
In these shadows of I march
In the blue mist of

the dark Northern valleys
Where only of funeral breathe
through the whispering darkness
With frost in my

Only seven winds are
Chiming through the dark valleys

Eternity I
I seek

For the my spirit
For Satan my soul

Under a blood-red moon in the cold lakes of world
Winter shadows untouched
Where I dwell at the mountains of
the cold winds of funeral dust.