Luyện nghe bài hát The Pagan Winter

Horned Master of Endless
Summon thy Disciples
for Centuries to Come.
Gather on the highest
United by
The final Ritual...

This, The Winter
Kept for the (ones)
hold the only light
Sextons hide in

For this Eternal
A New God the Sky
The Hands Of Joy
Have something holy to

From the top of the World one see
The light Servants Flee
Engulfed in an Infernal
Created by (our)

Religious Crossed the Sky
the Vision was our
Roar of Fire, Feeble
Into The Fire