Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Grey Clouded Winter Sky

The icy
Pierces the skin of warriors
Like
Will pierce bodies in battle

Beards on pale grey
Eyes of
Are with rage

Glancing the fields of Tyr
In the early light

Grey clouds - cover the sky
Cold snow - falls like autumn to the ground

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

War cries break the silent
Charging rush to kill
Swords are in the air
The of war are called

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

Hooves the plains
Warlords on
Ride battle
With a roar

The wind of death
Blows the field
Sweeping it
in its way

So the battle
Alone stands one man
the grey-clouded winter sky - alone. . .