Luyện nghe bài hát Cryptic Winterstorms

A sunset rises
the funeral sky

The waters below
As mirrors made of funeral

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

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

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

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

And silent the in the North
Where I once were a proud

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

As Norse I rode
The valleys
With in hand
Sworn to throne the dark
To return to my in the blue mist of the dying sunset

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

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

Above the side and into cryptic winterstorms