Luyện nghe bài hát Cryptic Winterstorms

A sunset rises
Under the sky

The waters 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 winds of
Still I float the cold diabolical massacre winds

On the bestial of evil
the mountain 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 once were a proud

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

As Norse warriors I
The dark
longsword in hand
Sworn to throne the lands
To return to my in the blue mist of the dying sunset

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

Still I float with the diabolical massacrewinds
On the overshadowed wings of evil

Above the mountain and into cryptic winterstorms