Luyện nghe bài hát The Celtic Winter

In Celtic wolves wear the white garments...
In Celtic the weak hearts die...
In Celtic Winter tears human bowles...
In Celtic Winter time elapses...
When the cold comes, hatred burning in your heart be the only heat.
When the darkness comes, burning hamlet's shining flames be the
light.
When the hunger comes, spilled blood of enemy will be the only
food.
When the death comes, be proud and bravely, and then die quickly.
Our true gods haven't us, the time of their return comes...
the sound of war-trumpets we will 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 to be born just to die in such a battle...
Everything else is not important, the of life doesn't mean
satisfaction
of your lusts...
the dark clouds in the sky, full of black ravens and their sinister
croaking,
the time of great trial, the of great struggle, each man takes his
and target in his
hands and goes into the where sounds of horns call him...
Nobody will spare his blood, when on the battlefield of gods
us...