Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Grey Clouded Winter Sky

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

Beards on pale faces
of death
Are burning with

Glancing the fields of Tyr
In the morning light

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

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

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

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

gallop the plains
Warlords on
Ride battle
a thunderous roar

The wind of death
Blows across the
with it
in its way

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