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

Eternally the mighty waves
A hymn round a rock strewn grave
The passing sigh for the bones moulder
Over the Black Sea, where the winds blew colder

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

The crest sharp as an unsheathed blade
As spume breakers shore wards loom
And boulder on on land is laid
The hymn round a vanished tomb

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

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

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

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

The pale hovers towards the nightly shores