Luyện nghe bài hát The Cold Grip of Terror

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

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

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

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

Sackcloth my body
And I've had to my horn in the dust.
My is flaming red with tears,
and death has my eyelids shadowy black.
And although my hands are free from 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.
would be near now when darkness breaks in.

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