Luyện nghe bài hát Cryptic Winterstorms

A sunset rises
Under the sky

The freezing below
As made of funeral mist

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

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

On the wings of evil
Above the mountain and into cryptic winterstorms

I long for eternal frost and winters
Asleep in the lakes
in the stars in the sky

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

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

As Norse warriors I
The dark
With longsword in
to throne the dark lands
To return to my masters in the blue of the dying sunset

Black sunset under the funeral sky
My hair blows winds of reap

I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
On the overshadowed bestial of evil

the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms