Luyện nghe bài hát Cryptic Winterstorms

A sunset rises
Under the sky

The freezing below
As made of funeral mist

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

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

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

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

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

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

As Norse I rode
The valleys
longsword in hand
Sworn to throne the dark
To return to my in the blue mist 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 bestial of evil

Above the mountain side and into winterstorms