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

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

in a bed of wrack and shingle
Beneath rests a sea of the north
His history remains unknown
Now his grave is just a of stones

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

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

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

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

Acknowledge the supreme purity
(Racial)
That in the blood of my veins
As the curtain falls
With the total of the moon above

The pale mist hovers towards the shores