Luyện nghe bài hát The Cold Grip of Terror

I carry a longing, a yearning stronger words can tell..
I carry my sword, my of victory,
in this 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 black fog, beyond the grip of terror.
To the goal I have to walk a long way,
have to tear my on the sharpest thorns,
have to squeeze my staff so my gets cramped...

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

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

Sackcloth covers my
And had to lower my horn in the dust.
My is flaming red with tears,
and death has my eyelids shadowy black.
And this my hands are free from violence
and my is pure!

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

No, I Thou will carry me,
Thy presence is greater the darkest agony.
Thou, the one. My fortress.
alone are immortal...
Covered in majesty
Thou alone are the anointed.
The recedes, 'cause the true light is already shining...