Luyện nghe bài hát The Call Of The Wintermoon

Buried beneath the mountains of
Years of silent sorrow and dark
My winterwings of evil in eternal nights

In deaths cold of snow
The moon my return

With I came
And not the winds

Northern darkness through the coldest night

I can't resist the taste of winds from the wintermoon
I split my for the taste these winds
And bath my eyes in its
Frost and winter to my eyes
The of the wintermoon

Nocturnal clouds freely in the distance
In the grey mist of deaths
My winterwings of evil

In deaths cold crypts of
beneath the mountains of frost
Years of silent and dark
Into eternal
the call of the wintermoon.

Northern darkness marches through the night
I resist the taste of these winds from the wintermoon
I split my tongue for the taste these
And bath my eyes in its
and winter return to my eyes
The call of the

In the tribe

The chimed my return

Hearing the call of the