Luyện nghe bài hát Cryptic Winterstorms

A black rises
the funeral sky

The waters below
As mirrors made of funeral

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

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

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

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

And silent the in the North
Where I were a proud warrior

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

As Norse warriors I
The valleys
With longsword in
Sworn to throne the lands
To to my masters in the blue mist of the dying sunset

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

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

Above the mountain side and cryptic winterstorms