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

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

Here in a bed of and shingle
Beneath rests a sea of the north
His history remains unknown
Now his grave is just a heap of

The waves crest as an unsheathed blade
As spume topped breakers wards loom
And boulder on boulder on land is
The Triton's hymn round a tomb

The ocean its sleepy wave
Round the of the yellow sand
Of the and mysterious little isle
Where no leaf has been by human hands

Then I behold island so fair
Where the tree's lift their crown in
To the golden of the evening sky
I the sword towards the moon
My memories echoes cries

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

Acknowledge the supreme purity
(Racial)
runs in the blood of my veins
As the curtain falls
With the total eclipse of the moon

The pale mist hovers towards the shores