Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Winds Of Funeral Dust

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

Through the dark Northern
Where winds of funeral breathe
through the whispering darkness
With in my eyes

seven winds are heard
Chiming through the Northern valleys

I pass
Eternity I

For the my spirit
For Satan my soul

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