Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Grey Clouded Winter Sky

The icy
Pierces the skin of warriors
spears
Will pierce their in battle

Beards on grey faces
of death
Are with rage

Glancing across the of Tyr
In the early light

clouds - cover the winter sky
Cold snow - falls autumn leaves to the ground

The icy
Pierces the of waiting warriors
Like
Will their bodies in battle

War cries break the wait
warriors rush to kill
Swords are in the air
The of war are called

Vikings fire in soul
Clash on the field
Slaying powerful strokes
The is turning red

Hooves gallop the
on horsebacks
Ride battle
With a thunderous

The storm wind of
Blows the field
with it
in its way

So the battle
Alone just one man
Under the winter sky - alone. . .