Luyện nghe bài hát The Mournful Euphony

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

The of winter are rising
under the pale star
benights the horizon
cold and it appears

Hearken thy mournful
when wintry tempest so furious
sounds so majestic, a
so enchanting a deep grief

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

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

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

Yet it bloom
the storm
compels
the to deform
in
the twilight
as the of winter
his might

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

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