Luyện nghe bài hát The Cold Grip of Terror

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

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

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

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

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

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

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