Luyện nghe bài hát Cryptic Winterstorms

A black rises
Under the sky

The freezing waters
As mirrors of funeral mist

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

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

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

I long for eternal frost and black
Asleep in the 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
Where I deaths cold winds
In the in the North

As Norse I rode
The dark
With in hand
to throne the dark lands
To return to my masters in the mist of the dying sunset

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

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

Above the mountain side and cryptic winterstorms