Luyện nghe bài hát The Cold Grip of Terror

I carry a longing, a stronger than words can tell..
I my sword, my emblem of victory,
in chaos I flourish...
I believe. My is the loveliest dream.
Just the wish to have it is enough.

I watched my step when I entered the path..
I saw and I understood...
Its goal lies beyond the fog, beyond the cold grip of terror.
To reach the goal I have to a long way,
have to tear my flesh on the thorns,
have to squeeze my staff so my gets cramped...

weird depths of bloody tranquility,
through darkness, and chaos..
through still, silence...
through the of icy rains...

Suffering...Is it a challenge, a divine
Day and I lay there knocked to the ground.
Scars and were my constant company...
The taste of blood woke me up from my restless sleep.
The heat of fire burnt my hands, with cold,
when I tried to them warm.

Sackcloth my body
And I've had to lower my in the dust.
My is flaming red with tears,
and death has my eyelids shadowy black.
And this although my hands are from violence
and my is pure!

My are gone, my plans are shattered,
what was once my heart's desire.
I wish to night for day.
would be near now when darkness breaks in.

No, I know Thou carry me,
Thy presence is greater the darkest agony.
Thou, the one. My fortress.
alone are immortal...
Covered in glorious
Thou are the Lord's anointed.
The darkness recedes, the true light is already shining...