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 deep within
as thou wonder what this winter bring

The spectress of winter are
the pale north star
mist benights the
and arcane it appears

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

me o'mighty winter
to my realm
where i shall narrate my of woe
my creed my

the northern above the murky skies
enchaning me so divine
as the winter nights enlarges
snow conceals it's winther'd

I'm thy fire
embrace thee with
sorrounding thee
and thee

Yet it shall
the storm
compels
the to deform
in
the enchanting
as the master of
evinces his

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

The poudrins embrace my cold
so but yet so gracious
it in solemn splendour
so alluring and beyond