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

In her eye... far
A tear broke
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 flight
Crying lament
Upon the where she stand

One flies to gain the thundering
crosses great seas in the West
The third South, towards the !sunreich
The last across the windswept of the East

Sand Skies Darkness
Time The center of the sin
North West East
Wisdom's
Along the roads to the of the sin

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

Sorrows...
Let the fly