Luyện nghe bài hát Where Cold Wind Blows

Where Cold Blow I (was) laid to Rest
I Can not my Rusty Weapons
the Blood and that Guided my Path
for they in the Sands of Wisdom

I was, indeed, a King of the
My Edges; still they were Sharp
Honoured by the Herds
but asketh thou: are the Gates?

My cut my Winged Weapons
and Teeth was my Pride
And from the Forest all hear:
"Wisdom the Gate for the King"

My Sighted - My Tears they Tasted
Summon my Warriors - To the Land of
To the of Hate - Where Cold Winds Blew
For Lust for Hell - We Rode with the Wind

Only I could accomplish a fucken
There are Two Paths - the Mind or the Sword
And the Mind was like the Sights in a Dream
But the Sword was a Stone around my neck

I the Soul of the Snake
and with the Armageddish Whore
(but) without my Throne and my
Cold Winds Blow became my Grave