Luyện nghe bài hát In The Mist By The Hills

In the mist of the shadows by the river of the
Two spears and a flag of dominion and hate
the chasm riders of doom

And sometimes the water dares to reflect... As days by and the light
Is becoming weaker I can the death of the sun from my
Enormous
sometimes I thought my own eyes were deceiving me

Many a misty morning's battle. Further on experience
Soon it's time to hear the of the horn in far distance
The deathtone for war

In the by the hills the day darkens
In forest death rules
Over this chasm riders of doom and face him a deadly pale
face
Grim as stone, to the deathfields... Blackness and doom
A eclipse of the sun
Die by the northern triology in the by the hills