Luyện nghe bài hát The Call Of The Wintermoon

Buried beneath the mountains of
of silent sorrow grim and dark
My winterwings of sleep in eternal nights

In deaths cold crypts of
The chimed my return

blackstorms I came
And not with the

darkness marches through the coldest night

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

Nocturnal blows freely in the distance
In the grey mist of horizon
My winterwings of evil

In deaths crypts of snow
Buried the mountains of frost
of silent grim and dark
Into eternal
the call of the wintermoon.

Northern marches through the coldest night
I can't resist the of these winds from the wintermoon
I split my for the taste these winds
And bath my eyes in its
Frost and return to my eyes
The of the wintermoon

In the tribe

The moon chimed my

Hearing the call of the