Luyện nghe bài hát Cryptic Winterstorms

A black sunset
Under the sky

The freezing below
As mirrors made of mist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms