Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Grey Clouded Winter Sky

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

Beards on pale faces
of death
Are burning with

Glancing across the of Tyr
In the morning light

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

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

War cries the silent wait
Charging warriors to kill
Swords are in the air
The of war are called

Vikings with in soul
on the open field
Slaying with strokes
The snow is red

Hooves the plains
on horsebacks
Ride battle
With a roar

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

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