Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn # VIII (Four Ravens Flew)

In her eye... far
A tear free
From the ice, the frost
of her sleep
Hear the of the North
Hear the ravens screaming her
Let the black fly
to the messages of the unborn

Onto the blackest
Shadows of the raven's
Crying their
Upon the crossroad she stand

One flies to gain the North
Another great seas in the West
The third South, towards the !sunreich
The last the windswept fields of the East

Sand Seas Skies
Time Death The of the sin
West South East
Wisdom's
the roads to the center of the sin

The tear...
Lost its of her cheek
forever...
In the sand... of my
...of my
...of my
...of my

Sorrows...
Let the fly