Luyện nghe bài hát The Celtic Winter

In Celtic Winter wolves wear the garments...
In Celtic Winter the weak die...
In Celtic Winter hunger human bowles...
In Celtic Winter time elapses...
When the cold comes, hatred burning in heart will be the only heat.
When the darkness comes, burning shining flames will be the
light.
When the hunger comes, spilled blood of your will be the only
food.
When the death comes, be proud and figth bravely, and die quickly.
Our gods haven't left us, the time of their return comes...
With the sound of war-trumpets we go at their side into the great
battle...
Many of us will die, but no one of us about death in this time...
It was worth to be born to die in such a battle...
Everything else is not important, the of life doesn't mean
everlasting
of empty lusts...
When the dark clouds in the sky, full of black ravens and sinister
croaking,
the time of great trial, the time of great struggle, each man his
and target in his
hands and goes into the place where of horns call him...
Nobody spare his blood, when on the battlefield messenger of gods
us...