Luyện nghe bài hát The Mournful Euphony

As thou await for the of the poudrins
thou hear the roaring of a wind
thou a gelid shiver deep within
as thou wonder will this winter bring

The spectress of winter are
under the pale north
mist the horizon
cold and arcane it

Hearken thy euphony
when tempest so furious sweep
so majestic, a symphony
so enchanting a sonorous grief

me o'mighty winter
to my realm
where i shall my tale of woe
my my unseemliness

the northern light above the skies
enchaning me it's so
as the winter slowly enlarges
snow it's winther'd leaves

I'm thy fire
thee with desire
always thee
and enswathing

Yet it shall
the mid'winter
that
the landscape to
in
the twilight
as the master of
his might

Carry me winter
to my realm
where i shall narrate my of woe
my my unseemliness

The embrace my cold realm
so arcane but yet so
it in solemn splendour
so alluring and divine