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 dream is the dream.
Just the wish to it fulfilled is enough.

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

Through depths of bloody tranquility,
darkness, pain and chaos..
through still, silence...
the lashings 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 cold blood woke me up my restless sleep.
The of fire 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 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,
what was once my heart's desire.
I wish to change for day.
Daylight would be near now darkness breaks in.

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