Luyện nghe bài hát To Mount And Rove

I came the utter fields
Carving shame on the tender
On my path I wandered
beneath the sky
The I carried, recalling why!

I walked towards the rising
And cursed the Summer with the promise of
Where my will quiver in frost
A circeling saga, not forever

I came from the utter
Carving shame on the tender
On my path I wandered
war beneath the sky
The hate I carried, within!

I mounted all the hills my could count
And roved wherever the sun escaped

I drifted the deepest tarn
Til I saw my name in a runic
Graven so deep in the crystal
Of a lodge I years ago

my fate beneath the sky!