Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Grey Clouded Winter Sky

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

Beards on grey faces
Eyes of
Are with rage

Glancing across the of Tyr
In the early morning

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

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

War break the silent wait
Charging rush to kill
are swung in the air
The gods of war are

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

Hooves gallop the
on horsebacks
Ride into
a thunderous roar

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

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