Luyện nghe bài hát Cryptic Winterstorms

A black sunset
Under the sky

The freezing waters
As mirrors of funeral mist

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

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

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

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

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

I belong
Where I bath my soul in doom fog
Where I ride deaths cold
In the in the North

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

Black sunset dies under the sky
My hair into winds of reap

Still I with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
On the overshadowed bestial wings of

Above the mountain side and into winterstorms