Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Grey Clouded Winter Sky

The icy
Pierces the skin of waiting
spears
Will pierce their bodies in

Beards on pale grey
of death
Are burning with

Glancing across the of Tyr
In the early light

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

The icy
Pierces the of waiting warriors
spears
Will pierce their bodies in

War break the silent wait
Charging warriors rush to
Swords are in the air
The of war are called

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

gallop the plains
Warlords on
Ride battle
With a thunderous

The storm of death
Blows across the
Sweeping it
in its way

So the settles
stands just one man
Under the winter sky - alone. . .