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 wish to have it 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 reach the goal I have to 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...
the lashings of icy rains...

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

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

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

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