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 is the loveliest dream.
the wish to have it fulfilled is enough.

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

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

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

covers my body
And I've had to lower my in the dust.
My face is flaming red tears,
and death has my eyelids shadowy black.
And this although my hands are free violence
and my is pure!

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

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