Luyện nghe bài hát The Cold Grip of Terror

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

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

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

Suffering...Is it a challenge, a trumpet?
Day and night I lay knocked to the ground.
Scars and wounds my constant company...
The taste of cold blood me up from my restless sleep.
The heat of burnt my hands, stiff with cold,
when I to make them warm.

Sackcloth my body
And had to lower my horn in the dust.
My face is flaming red tears,
and death has painted my eyelids black.
And although my hands are free from violence
and my is pure!

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

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