Luyện nghe bài hát The Cold Grip of Terror

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

I watched my step when I 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 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 divine
Day and night I lay knocked to the ground.
Scars and were my constant company...
The taste of cold blood me up from my restless sleep.
The heat of fire burnt my hands, stiff cold,
when I tried to them warm.

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

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

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