Luyện nghe bài hát The Colddrake

Young Vanyel once awakened from, a of death and fear.
If he should choose to be a mage, his doom would draw near,
Of filled with suffering was all that he could see
And so he made a choice to leave there then flee.
Into the winter's bitter cold he on that day,
His mind was numbed and chilled and he could find his way.
When pondering his haste choice he thought then to return,
But a magic cry for mercy made his frozen burn.

and amethyst the Colddrake hunts for prey,
Its eyes can hypnotize and steal your soul away.

He caught the cry of then and followed it where is led,
And all the a helpless anguish echoed in his head.
He came upon a holding in a sheltered vale,
Destroyed in ruthless fury by a monster and pale.
A woman and her huddled near the Colddrake's paw.
Her husband lay in shreds beneath an claw.
The beast her victims neither looking left nor right,
She for well the peasants had no way to run or fight.

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

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