Luyện nghe bài hát Ghosts of the Midwinter Fires

There are in every hallway
In every room, behind every
through every window into the past
Holding onto us in the of the mire
Leaving a trace of themselves in the spaces in they hide

...but there are no here...

There are gods in the of every flame
The fire betroths the coldness of the void
In every wind, every tempest, and every
In silence
Inside every root that reaches deep into the of the Earth

...but there are no here...

paint the dusk
Ghosts rise the flames
To set alight in the
In robes of smoke and aligned