Luyện nghe bài hát Journey Through The Cold Moors Of Svarttjern

[Music by Nordavind

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

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

Dark is the at harvest,
the mist approaches
the forlorned marshes,
-Then has now been achieved...

"Crush earthly virtnes,
As I stumbled through and frost
my heart is longing for the wood,
all dark cast a shadow...."

It's pale landscape,
Has now risen the bleak night
the moors and mountains,
Flies the ravens..., searching,

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

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