Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Grey Clouded Winter Sky

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

Beards on grey faces
Eyes of
Are with rage

across the fields of Tyr
In the early morning

Grey - cover the winter sky
Cold snow - falls like autumn leaves to the

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

War cries break the wait
Charging warriors to kill
are swung in the air
The gods of war are

with fire in soul
Clash on the open
with powerful strokes
The is turning red

Hooves gallop the
Warlords on
Ride battle
a thunderous roar

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

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