Luyện nghe bài hát The Pale Mist Hovers Towards The Nightly Shores

Eternally the mighty waves
A Triton's hymn round a rock strewn
The passing sigh for the bones that
Over the Nordic Sea, where the winds blew colder

Here in a bed of wrack and
Beneath rests a sea king of the
His history remains unknown
Now his is just a heap of stones

The waves crest sharp as an unsheathed
As topped breakers shore wards loom
And on boulder on land is laid
The Triton's hymn a vanished tomb

The ocean cradles its wave
the curve of the yellow sand
Of the and mysterious little isle
Where no has been touched by human hands

I behold that island so fair
Where the tree's lift their in prayers
To the golden of the evening sky
I hold the sword the moon
My memories with cries

Hark to the ocean's clamorous roar
The mist hovers towards the nightly shores
For the in my burning flame
Hail to the father of the fallen

Acknowledge the northern purity
(Racial)
runs in the blood of my veins
As the nocturnal curtain
the total eclipse of the moon above

The pale mist hovers towards the nightly