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 sigh for the bones that moulder
Over the Black Sea, where the winds blew colder

Here in a bed of and shingle
rests a sea king 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 shore loom
And boulder on on land is laid
The Triton's round a vanished tomb

The ocean cradles its sleepy
the curve of the yellow sand
Of the bleak and little isle
Where no leaf has been touched by 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 towards the
My memories echoes with

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

Acknowledge the supreme northern
(Racial)
That in the blood of my veins
As the nocturnal falls
With the eclipse of the moon above

The pale mist hovers towards the shores