Luyện nghe bài hát The Colddrake

Young Vanyel awakened from, a dream of death and fear.
If he should choose to be a mage, his would then draw near,
Of future filled suffering was all that he could see
And so he made a choice to k'Treva there then flee.
Into the bitter cold he hurried on that day,
His mind was numbed and and he could scarcely find his way.
When pondering his made choice he thought then to return,
But a magic cry for made his frozen spirit burn.

Silver and amethyst the hunts for prey,
Its glowing eyes can hypnotize and your soul away.

He the cry of magic then and followed it where is led,
And all the a helpless anguish echoed in his head.
He came upon a holding in a forest vale,
Destroyed in ruthless fury by a cold and pale.
A woman and her huddled near the Colddrake's paw.
Her husband lay in beneath an unforgiving claw.
The beast entranced her victims looking left nor right,
She for well the peasants had no way to run or fight.

Silver and amethyst the hunts for prey,
Its glowing eyes can hypnotize and steal your away.

Then suddenly a man fourth, a pitch fork in his hand,
As if he'd face the beast, and bravely take a stand.
Though old and frail he not bear to watch his kinfolk die,
He was the chance they had, and he was bound to try.
The man thrust his weapon deep into the