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

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

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

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

The ocean cradles its wave
Round the curve of the sand
Of the bleak and little isle
Where no leaf has been by human hands

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

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

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

The pale mist hovers towards the nightly