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 Black Sea, where the blew colder

in a bed of wrack and shingle
Beneath a sea king of the north
His fallen remains unknown
Now his is just a heap of stones

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

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

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

Hark to the cold clamorous roar
The pale mist hovers the nightly shores
For the in my burning flame
Hail to the of the fallen flame

Acknowledge the northern purity
(Racial)
That runs in the of my veins
As the nocturnal falls
With the total eclipse of the above

The pale mist hovers towards the shores