Luyện nghe bài hát The Call Of The Wintermoon

Buried beneath the of frost
Years of silent grim and dark
My winterwings of evil in eternal nights

In deaths cold of snow
The moon my return

blackstorms I came
And not the winds

Northern darkness marches through the coldest

I resist the taste of these winds from the wintermoon
I split my tongue for the these winds
And my eyes in its grace
Frost and return to my eyes
The call of the

clouds blows freely in the distance
In the grey mist of horizon
My of evil sleep

In deaths cold of snow
Buried the mountains of frost
Years of silent and dark
Into nights
the call of the wintermoon.

Northern darkness marches through the coldest
I can't resist the taste of these winds from the
I split my for the taste these winds
And my eyes in its grace
and winter return to my eyes
The call of the

In the Northern

The moon chimed my

Hearing the of the wintermoon