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 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 beyond the black fog, beyond the cold grip of terror.
To reach the goal I to walk a long way,
to tear my flesh on the sharpest thorns,
have to squeeze my so my hand gets cramped...

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

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

Sackcloth covers my
And I've had to my horn in the dust.
My face is red with tears,
and death has my eyelids shadowy black.
And although my hands are free from violence
and my is pure!

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

No, I know Thou will 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...