Luyện nghe bài hát Journey Through The Cold Moors Of Svarttjern

[Music by '91]

Ahh, through the cold shadows of Pan
as tears fall heaven...
once I had the rarest rose,
But, that is now forgotten time...

the tree's I wandered,
To feel the embrace of eclipse
as my candle out,
-And we must the myths...

is the moon at harvest,
the nightly mist
through the marshes,
darkness has now been achieved...

"Crush earthly virtnes,
As I stumbled snow and frost
my feeble heart is for the wood,
where all cast a shadow...."

It's morrow landscape,
Has now risen through the bleak
over the and mountains,
Flies the ravens..., searching,

Dance the cold shadows of Pan,
As tears fall heaven,
Then, I had hold the rarest rose...

Frozen is my heart,
And once again the is here
the sound of silence,
In trees....
Are my gallows....