Luyện nghe bài hát Cryptic Winterstorms

A black sunset
the funeral sky

The freezing below
As mirrors 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 with the cold diabolical massacre

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

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

And the valleys in the North
Where I once were a warrior

Where I
Where I bath my soul in fire fog
I ride deaths cold winds
In the in the North

As warriors I rode
The valleys
With longsword in
Sworn to throne the dark
To return to my masters in the blue of the dying sunset

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

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

Above the mountain side and cryptic winterstorms