Luyện nghe bài hát The Mournful Euphony

As thou await for the of the poudrins
thou the roaring of a stormy wind
thou feel a gelid shiver deep
as wonder what will this winter bring

The spectress of are rising
under the pale star
mist benights the
cold and arcane it

Hearken thy mournful
when wintry tempest so sweep
so majestic, a symphony
so a deep sonorous grief

Carry me winter
to my desolate
i shall narrate my tale of woe
my creed my

the light above the murky skies
me it's so divine
as the winter nights slowly
snow conceals it's winther'd

I'm thy winter
embrace thee desire
always thee
and thee

Yet it bloom
the storm
that
the landscape to
in
the enchanting
as the of winter
evinces his

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

The poudrins embrace my cold
so but yet so gracious
it emerged in splendour
so and beyond divine