Luyện nghe bài hát Cryptic Winterstorms

A sunset rises
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 in the winds of reap
Still I float with the cold diabolical winds

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

I long for 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

Where I
Where I bath my soul in doom fog
I ride deaths cold winds
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 mist of the dying sunset

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

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

Above the mountain side and into cryptic