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.
the wish to have it fulfilled is enough.

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

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

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

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

My days are gone, my are shattered,
gone what was my heart's desire.
I wish to night for day.
would 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, the true light is already shining...