Luyện nghe bài hát Cryptic Winterstorms

A black rises
Under the sky

The waters below
As made of funeral mist

But the sky above
And the is on the rise.
is on the rise

My hear in the winds of reap
Still I float with the cold diabolical winds

On the bestial wings of
the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms

I long for eternal and black winters
in the cold lakes
Awake in the in the sky

And silent the valleys in the
I once were a proud warrior

Where I
Where I my soul in doom fire fog
Where I ride cold winds
In the battles in the

As warriors I rode
The dark
longsword in hand
Sworn to the dark lands
To return to my masters in the blue of the dying sunset

Black sunset dies the funeral sky
My hair blows into of reap

Still I float with the cold massacrewinds
On the bestial wings of evil

Above the mountain and into cryptic winterstorms