Luyện nghe bài hát Cryptic Winterstorms

A sunset rises
the funeral sky

The freezing below
As mirrors made of mist

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

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

On the bestial of evil
Above the mountain and into cryptic winterstorms

I long for frost and black winters
Asleep in the lakes
in the stars in the sky

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

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

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

Black sunset dies under the sky
My hair blows into of reap

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

Above the side and into cryptic winterstorms