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

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

Here in a bed of wrack and
Beneath rests a sea king of the
His fallen history remains
Now his grave is a heap of stones

The waves crest sharp as an unsheathed
As spume breakers shore wards loom
And boulder on on land is laid
The Triton's round a vanished tomb

The cradles its sleepy wave
the curve of the yellow sand
Of the bleak and mysterious little
Where no leaf has touched by human hands

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

Hark to the cold clamorous roar
The pale hovers towards the nightly shores
For the fire in my burning
Hail to the father of the flame

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

The mist hovers towards the nightly shores