Luyện nghe bài hát Crying Statues Of Paleness And Ice

[Music: Berholtz,
Svensson]

Feel the wind approaching
from the fiords in the north
Slaying the remains of the automn
to reign and vigil
As knights of the frost
Behind them flocks of
Blessed are those who with thee
they'l bring calm to this unsettled

whispers broke the silence
The became statues of paleness and ice
on their cheeks flew of blood
of blood

With swords they rode out from the north
to conquer and light
Born before in an infatuated darkness so cold
preparing the automn's

And of came storm
were captured by clouds so black
At the edge a rainbow fled
fading absorbed by a moon so red

Crying statues of and ice
crying...
crying...
crying...
crying...
crying...
crying...
in the paleness and ice

[repeat