Luyện nghe bài hát The Cold Grip of Terror

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

I watched my step I entered the narrow path..
I saw and I understood...
Its goal lies beyond the black fog, beyond the cold of terror.
To reach the goal I to walk a long way,
have to tear my flesh on the thorns,
have to my staff 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 trumpet?
Day and I lay there knocked to the ground.
Scars and wounds my constant company...
The of cold blood woke me up from my restless sleep.
The heat of fire my hands, stiff with cold,
when I to make them warm.

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

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

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