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

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

Here in a bed of and shingle
rests a sea king of the north
His fallen 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 vanished

The ocean its sleepy wave
Round the curve of the sand
Of the bleak and mysterious little
no leaf has been touched by human hands

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

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

the supreme northern purity
(Racial)
That runs in the blood of my
As the nocturnal curtain
With the total eclipse of the above

The pale mist towards the nightly shores