Luyện nghe bài hát Journey Through The Cold Moors Of Svarttjern

[Music by '91]

Ahh, Dance through the cold of Pan
as fall from heaven...
once I had hold the rose,
But, that is now with time...

Among the I wandered,
To feel the embrace of etemal
as my candle out,
we must make the myths...

Dark is the at harvest,
the mist approaches
through the marshes,
-Then darkness has now achieved...

"Crush your virtnes,
As I stumbled through and frost
my feeble heart is for the wood,
where all dark a shadow...."

pale morrow landscape,
Has now risen through the night
the moors and mountains,
Flies the ravens..., searching,

through the cold shadows of Pan,
As fall from heaven,
Then, once I had the rarest rose...

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